It was all right there All the lives I’ve known Mixed – those colors on canvas Blending and swirling The darks and lights weaved Giving contrast lending depth We’d always been right there Plain to see The beauty of us like majesty Every single colorful thread And my heart Beating out all those shades Feeling every glimmer Of every life like one drum Thrumming out one magical rhythm And I swelled with enchantment As I realized our Oneness Yet Lo! I had forgotten that She was even there – beside me When with one quick breath Devoid of understanding She whispered as though it be A thing despicable and worth hiding “Look how wrong all their darkness is?” And just like that I was dispirited Me in my many shades of grey Standing all darkly beside her As though I should rather be Some other fiery streak — I wanted to push her brightness With its makeshift halo Right back into the safety of her Place on the print so that she Would be nothing more to me Than another hue on the screen And then, I could go back To admiring ALL our chaotic beauty.
I could swing down the moon hand deliver it like cheese on a platter and you would suck down each morsel leaving the stars to blaze on their own that full belly would soon grumble in discontent and every star I handed you would disappear into that same abyss until only darkness remained and still you would not learn to glow
there was so much death rattling me to my core. there was no surviving that quake. it shook every piece of me lose. I floated away, my image dissipating as though I be a fine mist over a hot flame. that was the end of the me that I made. when I rose out of that hot hell I was unrecognizable. many fled my presence. I stood on a new foundation. Solid. Myself. and even those that returned, seeking me, could not see Me through My new mantle. they turned forlorn, long faces set in dismay, and I watched as they retreated back to their own illusions. Death is a fine thing. an unwrapping of old tales. an undoing. how hard we’ve worked to create such a lie as one life lived. I slapped myself so hard, I shattered my own mask, Unleashing the great Fire that had been smoldering beneath. it was as though I Be a god set ablaze within an untamed Eden, rotten apples strewn at My unsoiled feet, and the echoing sound of My own laughter as it charred the garden back to the dust from which I came.
~~ who put the fear of god in you? who made you afraid of your own Self?
~ I Am the bridge between heaven and hell, having traversed them both.
Do you enter hell when it comes? Because it comes for all of us, and it is only by unification that those demons flee. Can you integrate the pain by feeling the hot pitchfork as it pierces your Being? If you make the devil your friend you’ll find the power to heal. Isn’t it funny how you’ve been told all your life what an enemy he is? And here we have a world of mental anguish and we’re taught to fear the cure.
~ Destruction is necessary for Creation. If you learn to stand at peace within it, you will have mastered your life.
Do we succumb to the winds of fate or mould our fortunes into create and translate? Or rather do we scrimp and crawl while retching toward some heaven’s gate? As we voyage through the cosmic seas, do we wage war on the demons of destiny? I have both bathed in my own blessings, and plundered the grave of my own devilry. To come to know and love the shadow within my soul chambers allowed the embrace of shadows of others in clear vision to direct my tracks. No longer do I lose myself in the vividness of the dance, for the Light shines too brightly from behind the illusions cracks. Paradoxically, souls often greet their destiny on the roads they swerved to circumvent it. But a master manifester and Creator knows always that what is destined is also holy writ. For the Divine plan unfolds itself through spectators of the earth, yet few with Vision see the end from the beginning living backward death to birth.
I watched that last leaf as it took its final spin
She danced to the very end, that one
And I marveled at her glory, her now golden brilliance
She spent her youth in summer, dazzling in the sun
Playing with others who had joined her there in that tree
And when the wind beat upon them all
There was no sorrow found in the tumult
Instead they used what was sent, joining together
Creating a music of their own
And me, in the hammock listening to the Divine
It was the harmony of heaven sent down
It was for me that she danced on that limb
Being as grateful as I was, I couldn’t help but tear
Each season brings new joy, ushered in by a departure
Reaching, always reaching forward as it comes
The world is always making room for more
There is never a taking away, only an expansion – a growing
I can feel it – the world Loving me
As she takes away, she also gives
I ponder this as I watch my summer friend take her leave
It is a slow and dazzling descent –
Graceful, full of beauty – without remorse for the end
There is only a pure thankfulness emanating in this moment
And the earth feels it, and responds
The fierceness of the wind startles me, like a funnel of fury
She grabs hold and lifts, lifts, lifts!
And that final dance finds no end
As that fiery brilliance flies home to heaven.
You cannot shoot yourself from turmoil to peace The best you can do is stand in the silence of neutrality If you can stop yourself from perpetuating the negativity And hold firm in that no space of quietude After a while you will find yourself firmly grounded there It is from that space that you can begin to aim at peace From that place all things that have come before – dissolve You will discover that you can manifest anything from there But. Getting there requires a certain resolve and dedication You must let all that has come before go So you may gather the strength of Yourself –
~ Have you ever considered that you may very well be at this time, what the world has caused you to be? If you can become an empty vessel for long enough, you can recreate yourself anew in Your own image. Where the bible says, god created man in his own image – there is a misrepresentation of that happening in the world. You are a microcosm of God. The image of yourself is either being created by You, or, the world is creating it by all the belief systems you have become enslaved in (Not just religious systems. All systems of belief). Once you have established a centered space of emptiness and peace, the best questions to ask yourself as you recreate Yourself are:
What do I want? (If you have been giving and giving and giving, this one will take some time. Be patient with yourself and keep asking)
Do my beliefs serve my desires? (Do not become a servant to the beliefs of others)
Am I behaving in ways that are conducive to my desires?
What do I have to change about myself in order to get what I want?
If you focus on this with a determination to succeed, the universe will open up paths before you, and the opportunities to shine in the light of Your Own Light will appear. This takes work. You are worth it.
I am but a breath, a mere word spoken,
And soon forgotten.
Like the dust that blows easily –
In a soft wind it is scattered.
Who can know such a One?
Those whose lovely deceitful smiles hide
The false flattery of their mouths?
They say what they do not mean and
Their actions are far off from their words.
He has blinded their eyes and hardened and
Benumbed their callous hearts.
But who are they who have set me in derision?
Does the strength of their hand profit me?
These mere men – whose ripe age and vigor has perished.
Like a rabble brood: they jostle me and push away my feet
Casting up against me their ways of destruction.
Oh, How they break up and clutter my path!
Yet they have no helper – No power to trample this dust –
Who is He who has raised me from the dead?
Who has freed me from my burial wrappings?
There is no Rock like my God.
For He is the Lord of knowledge
And by Him actions are weighed.
How many times have I been filled with words;
Yet the Spirit within me constrains me?
You have saved me from the snare of the wicked.
You have made my ways a highway of pleasantness,
And all my paths a way of peace.
I have watched the ways of the wicked, like a deep
Darkness, they do not know over what they stumble.
They walk by the light of their self-made fires
And of the sparks that they have kindled for themselves.
Who is my adversary? Let him come near to me.
I will seek out those who contend with me,
But I shall not find them; they shall be as nothing.
Where is the talebearer and he who sows strife?
The whispers of such separates even close friends!
And where is the evildoer who gives heed to wicked lips;
And the liar who listens to mischievous tongue?
They fled the rebuke of the Lord like chaff before the wind.
Who is he who will condemn me? All these sinners,
And who among you will cast the first stone?
I have searched and poured over the scriptures diligently,
Yet the beauty of the words do not contain Life,
It is the giver of Life that produces the beauty of the words!
All these things taken together, shaken up, measured out
Have not equaled to the fullness of the Lord!
A man can receive nothing except as it is granted
To him from heaven – there is no other source.
But boundless is the gift God makes of His Spirit!
Thus, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven
Over one wicked person who repents than over Ninety-
Nine righteous persons who have no need of repentance.
Well let the trumpets blast in heaven!
For out of His fullness I have received one grace after
Another and spiritual blessing upon spiritual blessing
And even favor upon favor and gift heaped upon gift!
ALL FOR ONE WICKED SINNER – THIS MERE DUST!
~ This poem is 85% bible verse. Yet it is written against the institution of religion. It is a shaking fist (My shaking fist) against the religious hypocrites of this world. It is Me, entering the “den of thieves” and declaring this temple of God (My Being), can not be bought and sold for gain! Beware the snare of religion, “the kingdom of heaven is within you”.
I must find meaning in this resting. I was like a mossy rock tossed wildly down a grassy knoll. Each turn, each bump a defining glimpse sails by as time whirls past each second lost. A sudden stop. All motion ceased. And here I sit, finding little meaning in this two dimensional view. May some child come and pick me up, and toss me boldly down some hill, or in some river to be turned and rolled by the current. One can hope.
~ There was a whirlwind of a time where I picked up everything I owned and moved to another state. Once that was accomplished, it was as though everything stopped, and for a time I didn’t know what to do with myself. I did not know then, that the child I was waiting for, was Me.