The Fire

 

I won’t talk about the fire
when I’m in it
rage, inferno
you. won’t. burn. Me.

I don’t focus on the fire
all consuming
to dust I turn
don’t. think. Me. dead.

I cannot run from the fire
steel is forged here
sharp, steady, blade
you. can’t. wield. Me.

 

My Christmas Dream

It was by a creek deep in a wood
When first that lofty sound I heard
And long there I who fastly stood
Strained to hear that fading word

And all about me clothed in white
Each emerald point adorned and laced
With scarves of moss draped in delight
As though those noble firs be chaste

And tracing tracks left in the snow
The furry forest round about me drew
Encircling me there in that moons glow
All eyes on the owl as it flew

High atop some branch did it perch
A steeple of green boughs made clear
And all God’s creatures in a wooded church
Drenched by the Love that drew us near

And I was alight there on that eve
With Christmas just a morn away
Mere men and beast both plaited in a weave
As that great bird from his high stay

Cried “Who” and yet for me I knew
That each of us are but One gleam
Of earthly Light trenched in a pew
Though we Be God set in a dream

 

~~ My Christmas wish is that you know, as Jesus did, that You and the Father are One.
John 10:30

The Greenscape

I think the place where I touch god is green
I close my eyes and I Am there
Safe in the silence – no damaging thoughts allowed
There will come a day when I will stay in the greenscape
At home with all the other earthly souls who come to rest
For now I take my moments here and there
Enjoying my own little garden of eden

Challenge Your Beliefs

People do not see you as you are
They project onto you visions of themselves
And then they either accept or reject you based on
Their ability to accept or reject those aspects of themselves

Be careful of your judgments, they are sign posts that always point back to you. If you are wise you will learn to read them clearly, and you will know what adjustments your soul is asking you to make. Your strength lies in your perception, which is under the control of your choices, which are made based on your thoughts, which flow right out of your beliefs. If you can get to the heart of your beliefs and challenge them, you will learn the magic of changing your world.

An Amusing Cat Story

I woke up this morning with a large case of dread
And I jumped with start and flew right out of bed
While standing there dumbly with crust in my eye
I cracked open the curtain and looked up at the sky
Above my stained window a loud vulture flew
As it circled a carcass that lay dusted with dew
And nary a thought did enter my head
‘for that big bird dived down laying into the dead
And I screeched when I saw that fur plucked away
An eyeball tossed high in the tall grass it lay
When a second fowl creature made its descent
More pieces and bits of scattered cat went
And I dropped like a fly descending on shit
Banging my head on the wall as I hit
That high carpet shag did not grace my fall
Still I rose to my knees and was able to crawl
Down the hall I did go rising up to my feet
First a walk then a run barely skipping a beat
And there on the sofa my old black cat lay
Upon seeing me yawned as if mocking the fray
And he jumped from his spot in that old dusty chair
Rubbing up on my leg looking up with a stare
And I swear if ever a thing I did know
That fucking damn cat was amused by the show!

Shari Lynn
3/22/19

Manmade heaven

That damn rooster
he crows for me
every time I betray myself

I will learn to listen
those undeniable calls
from my slumber arouse

Jesus is a metaphor
for the mystical indwelling
of spirit that Lives within

And yet the gods
are chewed to pulp
and fed back to me as though holy

To pass this way
again is a true travesty
no manmade heaven will hold me

Unbound

Do not comfort me with your beliefs
Your self made prisons will never hold me
My wings were never made to be tied
If I can unbind you with my Love
I will surely try, and perhaps
We will fly free together – otherwise
I have gotten very good at goodbyes

angel bird

Premonition

I can feel the way to go
As though a force or flow
Nudging me with bits of inspiration
These quickening flashes of imagination
They have sometimes stopped me in a mire
When at a loss I was with no direction or desire
Long and fast I stood stone still
Unmoved and dead inside until
With a direct and pressing motivation
I leapt back to life with new found determination
I do not know what causes these inner commotions
That push and pull and stop and still my devotions
It would be as though I had no will or power of my own
But instead some other pulse through me be shown
Though sometimes I sit callously in haze and do ponder
What deep well of possibilities in life might we squander
For I can see the ways all in a flurry that cause men’s woes
And all the maddening directions unknowingly he goes
If only he could sense that silent space within
That magical place of knowing lies therein
Where all illusions be shown to those who’ll see
Then perhaps they’d be awakened and aware like Me.

 

Hot Poker

I was jabbed as though by a hot poker
It sent my spirit flying so high up and
Left as though a corpse my body below
In a haze and daze I could not come down
All the while the world went on around my flesh
One percent of me present mostly unaware
I was led about by those around me
As though a dog muzzled and leashed
But up above in the cloud where I was
An unchanging was being done
That coffin a cocoon – death and rebirth
All worldly notions I had collected were as a mush in my mind
Like a hot soup they churned and spun and meshed
Each bit being unrecognizable from the next
Until it was all poured out – returning to its source
The earth below – into the heads of anyone who’d given it to me
And I watched intently at this happening – how happy they were to receive
The re-manifestations of what they had believed
Enlightened confirmation – it was as though
They be charmed by their very own manacles
Then I slowly descended on forgotten wings
Back upon a weakened pallored frame
Unclipped my leash – though grateful I be for the lead
And stepped back into my life as though reborn
Now the only question remained
“What do you want, Childe?”
Without the illusions of others muddying my vision
I can see again into that vast no-thing – My Being
Knowing now what I want – what I always wanted
To Love, To Flow, To Give, To Be
And I keep a white hot poker in my pocket – just in case.

The Gift of Compassion

He was like a fish gasping for air
and the fear on his face was imprinted
in my skull with all the other loathings
that he created in me – his broken
skin pocked and red – he picked
incessantly, those clotted napkins dotted
the floor like wayward children set astray.
And oh wasn’t that what we became?
Did he not bring out in each of us some hidden
doom we did not want to face? And all these
years later, here we were, thrust against the grain
once again – but lo we did not run.
Eye to eye we faced the misery,
that brown eyed fish and me,
as he groaned to rise, and fall, and rise
I caught him and allowed him to lean on me
as he dragged himself across the room, pants
falling and trapping him there on the stair,
and me calling to angels lest he fall backward
upon me, pinning me beneath is frail, sickly
shit stained self. And this is how it was, the
beauty and frailty of the dance we shared.
This was not the father, daughter dance I’d envisioned.
He was my greatest lesson on compassion, and
perhaps that was the most powerful gift he could bestow.

 

You Are the Way

Are you able to silence your mind and listen
to the humming vibration of your own Being?

The power in that is infallible!

From that stillness arises like a blazing sun
the pure essence of your true godly Being.

The power of that is unstoppable!

When you find yourself there in that pulsing
heartbeat of source, you will know your strength.

The power of creation was always yours!

***

Let me grasp your hand and silence your lips.
Turn the dial on your mind to zero, letting
All that miscreating come to an end.
Allow the power of your Being to fill the void.
The energy of which will wash your body
In a flood of frequency that will make you well.
Learn to stay in this empty state a little while.
And when you open your eyes, you will
See the magic of a brand new world unfolding!

Your world is an illusion that you have created,
and you cannot change it outwardly.
To change the outward state, you must
change the inward state!
There is no other way.

You Are the Way.

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