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.
Author: ShariLynn
Trapped in Unworthiness
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
Untamed Eden
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?
The Bridge
~ 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.
They swam to the net in shoals!
I Am the Net
And
The True Fisher of men
For all who come find refuge
The energy of judgment is binding
Even the strongest among you succumb
For this is the ever-present lack of Love at play
How foolishly you run to worldly things for comfort
Solace cannot be found in the creations of man
Within you is the True Power and Source
Believe in the Creation that You Are
Weaved into your very essence
Let down your heavy load
And
Come to the Net
Winds of Fate & Destiny
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.
A collaboration: By Amber {DiosRaw} & Shari {sharilynn.net}
Fly to Heaven
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.
Call Back Your Energy
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.
~ This Mere Dust
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”.
Motionless
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.
