I came to the wide and open space of darkness Which for a millennia I had feared Touted as a place of death and destruction Very few ever even neared And it’s true I died there in that place So many ways in which my ego seared A hot and burnin hell consumed my creation ‘Till underneath the god in Me appeared For all beliefs that hid Me from this Knowing That dusty casement of illusion disappeared And shining there in all My reigning glory I saw that All was One to be revered
Yesterday I saw a ghost! Her eyes where streaked in bronze, and her thick shining locks were copper – A blazing gold! Even in death she radiated beauty – and the heat of anger at being dead – for she knew she died far too young – and blamed me! I DENIED IT! Did I kill the infant in her crib – Or the angsty teen – or the fiery woman whose tongue charred like lightning (she might still be around)? No! Time was the Killer, not I – I exclaimed! But she was already gone. For though she fades, she haunts, and I may never see my youth again.
The cloud enveloped me A milky white encasement Drawing out the darkness In swirls the shadows withdrew Dissipating into the outer body My essence embraced those sorrows The immeasurable fertility of pain Supercharged my Being As the body succumbed to the healing A wave of white energy covered All
Your words hold All your Power And yet you don’t trust them You keep your spells harnessed And restrained thinking they can harm you When in reality they are your freedom They cause the road before you to bend And they move mountains from your path But you have been taught that the harshness With which you sometimes speak is an evil And that unkindness is a sin But those with the softest sugary ways Are often times the most maleficent They subdue you with properties they do not posses And convince you to shed your armor While they hide themselves from your view But look closely and you will see behind their veil Try and pick the fruit and you will find the tree is bare The only true prayer is this ~ show them Who they Are All else is a self serving request for personal salvation The One who knows this needs no saving The One who sees God within, sees God in All And the words of that One never return void
Isaiah 55:11 so shall My word be that goeth forth out of My mouth: It shall not return unto Me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
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.
There came a day in my life when I realized that not all that I had seen was as it appeared. My vision of life was like broad strokes of paint on canvas – colors mixing together and creating shapes that held no purpose at all. Yet, they yielded beauty. It was a splendid mix of radiance and within those hues were entire spans of life, all being lived out harmoniously and with an order that I had not previously been cognizant of. Until suddenly, I was – I could see it All – every connection. It was like I was everything. I was every leaf and every tear and every cloud all at once. I could feel the heartbeat of every creature and every vertebra that moved and every wind that blew through leaves like the strumming of strings on some secret mystical instrument. And all I wanted, was to thank God. I wanted to yell it from the highest peak that I could climb, and then I realized – I Am the highest peak – I Am that I Am. And I heard God laugh in that moment. It was as if every laugh that I had ever heard and every voice I had ever listened to laughed in that laugh because All was God. And yet I was still Me – one small piece of God, finally realizing that I Am. And then We both laughed – the entire world laughed. And I picked up everything because it was mine – you see, being and having are the same thing, and so I walked through the doorway to All, and I became what I came here to become – this time around. And I wrote with a new passion and I filled pages and pages and volumes and volumes and my fingers were like lightning on the keys and it mattered not that no one ever read them. Because I was everyone, and I read every word that blazed upon the page. And it was enough that I alone knew that it was good.