The Second Coming

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

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.

 

I knew that it was Good

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.

Out~Pressing

Out~pressing my inner Being

Into reality, thus recreating

Myself moment by moment

Carefully choosing as I go

Just Who it is I want to Be

~~ If you spend solid time with yourself, and you study the directions that your world shaped personality takes you, you will see that you are not of your own making. Once you take responsibility for yourself, you can retrain yourself, and become what You desire, thus casting off your shabby man-made mantle, and shine in the Light of your own radiance. ❤