Healing Prayer

I see you, watching just beyond the shadow of my life,
holding anger like a shield. I feel your flickering doubt
despite the armor of pretense hidden in your charge.
It isn’t enough though, is it, to tame the flame of fear
and cause you strength that might draw you near to me?
I will hold no blame for words of destruction that
flitter your ear and cause such gnawing suspicion
to erode like rust the fortitude of our mettle.
I know all to well the power of words to create,
and to destroy. Those black magics need not be true
in order for them to change the illusions of life, and
no amount of religiosity can paint a halo where
horns be. If anyone has ears to hear, let them hear.
I have bound all my judgments to heavy stones
and have cast them far off from myself.
There is no bitterness that serves me, nor is
there one moment of my life hastily given over
to anything other than what delights me.
I have caused a healing to well up like a spring
of living water, and all who come will find the
rejoicing powers of Life therein. I will pour
out my blessing and anyone who partakes will
awaken to their own sovereignty, and know the
truth of divinity. That they too are as I Am.

The Body of One

I Am delighted within the Body of One
and everything I see is an amazement to me

All things imaginable are here, and I Am ablaze
with energy and revitalized by this infinite knowing

I can disappear within myself and Be as I Am
untethered by the appearances of this world

When I awaken from this other state of My Being
I have all the accessibilities of heaven at my disposal

Most will read my words and think what lovely sentiments
then quickly disappear back into their illusion of life, unaware

But if you can live from this place, drawing deeply
upon that which I’ve said, you will make your own Eden

We Are the Same

I once walked down the path of darkness
Only to know its essence and to feel its depth
To understand my many faceted side
The good and the bad – so I might love them both
I am the sinner and the saint alike
The harbinger of joy and death the same
I can strike you down with my words or lift you
I will show myself to you as a mirror
Behold yourself – for we are the same

Vision

I’m already there, in that place I’ve envisioned, sipping tea
whilst waiting restfully for my restless self to arrive.

Thank you, Sammi! That was fun!

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/04/24/weekend-writing-prompt-206-restless/

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.