I fought for the sinners’ death,
to the cross I found myself bound.
Then I fought for the life of the saint,
and was buried in secular ground.
Those scales both tipped in my favor,
depending on which path I chose,
yet I realized there could be a balance,
so out of those judgments I rose.
I sat with Myself in the silence,
dissolving myself in that space,
by becoming the bridge to the Oneness,
my sight was restored to pure grace.
Now I walk the path of no one,
recreating a new self each day,
dashing down My Own Creations,
whenever they get in My Way.
There was a golden age in which men dreamed themselves to Be…. More.
Yet, in this time, we have dreamed a sinners dream and I have watched us Being… Less.
I hear the jangling discord of our nation.
Where is the beautiful symphony of brotherhood? I Remember Who We Are
and I will not settle here in the mire that we’ve made
knowing Dreams await us All!
Put down your heavy burdens and your loads. Be Not Afraid,
and take up the yoke of This New Thing! March to a New Age as
our Freedom is bound – each to the next!
Be the Love that You Sow and watch as others put on your courage
that we might take up arms and Embrace! Only this will cause the crumbling of worlds
made by smaller men.
Let not the dripping of violence from wicked lips stir bitterness within
for surely Love can hew out of the mountain of hatred a stone of hope
with nothing but the force of the Spirit!
To our salvation let us march onward pressed by the creative suffering of every race
and every Equal Soul that paid a price along the way and
let us join at the table of brotherhood Dreaming Like Kings!
I tried to keep My creation subdued
so it could finish the task I ascribed it
but it arose in great contempt and
leveled itself out in agony leaving Me
no choice but to abandon the endeavor
To stand firm and still
within the perceptions
that others hold of you
maintaining a steadfast
posture in silent strength
in the current of their will
is the surest way to break
yourself free from that
illusion they hold of you
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.
I could see it there in the weave,
each stitch its own little strength,
standing tall and resolute in the row
as people often do, unbeknownst
when the tattering happens, hostility
spilling over and ripping the thread,
threatening the integrity of the Whole,
as the fabric of society suffers the assault.
It is often at this time that the Weaver
comes and carefully pulls at the string,
and all those swirls of color unravel,
revealing that the illusion of a legion
was hiding the reality of just – One.
~ Legion is the lie. We are all God here.
How calculatingly insidious the evil intentioned ones have crept into our homes, into our minds, and thereby caused us to disregard our emotional compasses. Have we traded love for logic, and discarded each other so unobtrusively that we have lost ourselves in the process?
It is a sad time when we value an intangible belief over the individual. You can stand before me, with all your overblown rhetoric and spout your ideals with great vigor, but you will never, ever, be able to laugh, hold, or cry with those dissipating words. That kind of lovelessness flees before me in an empty vapor.
I have no time or energy for those who hold so strongly to a belief that they have set up between us like a barrier. If you build a wall between us, you can be sure that I will simply step away. My heart bears no destructive forces for the breaking down of walls that others have built – when there are so many people who are eager and receptive to Love.
If you were brave enough, you could examine your own beliefs. And if you were strong enough, you could eliminate those that did not serve you. But a fortress does not feel secure without its walls, and what would become of you if you made yourself vulnerable to your own fears?
I wonder – might you plummet to the very bottom of your own heart and bleed out every lie you’ve ever believed, only to find yourself so light and free that you could then fly?
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