As they pull my sails down

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PLEASE STAY WITH ME
by justme

Please stay with me
Just a little while
The breath is fading
Closing is the night
And the skin above my eyes
Are like the sails filled with gusty might
I fight the sailors of time
As they pull my sails down
To block out the light

Stay with me.
Just a little while
Place your imagined hand in mine
That I may remember and feel once more
The bumps and dips of time
and feel your warmth
Although it was but a moment ago
Still I forget

Stay with me
just a little while
put your hand against my face
cup your hand with my shallow cheek
The perfect fit, no space
I hear no clock of time
Keep it covered
Lest the tick drives my mind

Stay with me
Just a little while
Talk with me, as
My lips grow heavy
My breath falls light
Place your head near mine
That I may feel your tears
That your breath may dance and tickle my skin
One more time.
Please, one more time.

Stay with me
Just a little while
Kiss my head that I may feel
And smell your love.
The last light has gone
Now.
I am done.
Please remember me.
The sailors are victorious.
The lids of life no more.

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Black Cats

I AM come

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COME UNTO ME
by justme

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden.
I will give you rest,when you are ready to start.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me.
I am gentle. I am humble in heart.

You will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
You each can keep your daily roles.
Through peace.
Not power and might.

Let it not be said you did not have the chance.
Let it not be said.
He played the flute for you,
and you did not dance.
I am calling the father the mother the child and wife
The actor the gardener, the painter and all.
The loved and unloved on the road to Saul.
I only wish you to come out of the strife.
I am come , I AM come.
That you might have life.

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Closer than breathing

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Attract

 Quote gelb….and we attract our own and through the constant or through that which we will someday know as the ultimate illusion of time and mind, these life sources, for us, shall be forever our companions and together we shall always hold each other’s hands and be closer than breathing, nearer than hands and feet.

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I can see

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THE SEA
by justme 

I stood before the ridging waves
falling down then rising up, rolling forward effortlessly.
Feet lowered in sinking sand as tiny tickles spread my toes
Foaming white lusciousness, popped and fizzled
Tiny objects pushed forward then pulled back
Salt upon my lips left behind by a soft hidden breeze.
Always sun upon my face.

No man could plan this scene
No man could create the sand, the sparkling water,the taste of salt.
Not even one grain of sand can he create.
Yet it is everywhere.
Infinite intelligence waved the wand
From some place else it did conceive
For now, I can but look, and see myself.
Silent joy as I am part of this picture.This scene.
Where else shall I look that I might believe?
What else did I miss before me?
Through these eyes of light I now perceive
My god, my god, look my friends.
I can see ! ∞

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Black Cats

To live with Love

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TO LIVE WITH LOVE
by justme 

What is it to live with love?
To combine, to commit,
to converge, and to see.
To understand you can’t change that,
which is already,
so definitely free.
To know that fault lies only,
with ones little idea
called me.

To ponder for just a moment, the unknowable,
and then fully, let go.
To awake from slumber, not by words,
but by action, not show.

To approach the day with an expectant pledge.
To force that which is unmovable over the edge
with an unstoppable, undeniable force.
To realise it’s not you,
but the invisible,
God source.

To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
and remove
that illusory, human cloak. ∞

 

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To go with the wind

Ship

A SHIP ON A JOURNEY
by justme

Stillness, silence,
peace prevails,
Quiet solitude.
A ship on a journey.
Heading somewhere, it sails.

Through seas of thunder and of rage.
To gentle lapping,
upon an endless stage.
Bright white sail says ‘look at me’
Rolled up aramid says
I don’t want to see!’

A rudder moved by a thousand hands
By smells and visions
No vessel understands
Turn left? Turn right?
Who really knows the way?
If I stop I sink
tomorrow’s day.

To push north against the south
Needs strength, and brow
To head east or west
Its all a guess right now.

Oh for a sailor who would lend their hand?
Sadly the sailors are busy,
being grand.

So the stars and the moon,
directing me on.
The wind pushes me forward.
My deck has the sun.
The dolphin of life,
guard each of my sides.
I stopped with deciding
And it suddenly glides

Oh to surrender and accept I don’t know
To go with the wind
And the sails as they blow
To take each minute as if for the first
To eat when I am hungry and drink when I thirst
That’s what it is to live in the now
To shatter my needs and to life take a bow.

Where to? I don’t know
And least do I care
For a fatherly hand is taking me there.
The lesson for all vessels on the path
Is not to go against
The waves and the wrath
But gently lead on and life will take you
To your destination,
To that place,
you already
knew ! ∞

 

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Relationship

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quotation rotWe talk of relationship. Consider if you will that word? Consider how discussions surround and slice and manipulate and dissect and probe our sense or our opinion of what a relationship is or should be.
Yet is not an opinion of a perfect relationship similar to the concept or imagining of a perfect circle? We understand and can imagine that circle, yet we cannot express the same in the human world, no matter how disciplined the equipment or intricate the detail or precise the process, still it is flawed. Yet how is it we can even comprehend a perfect circle?
The fact we can understand and imagine an imperfect circle must be itself prove the existence somewhere of the perfect circle?
So could it also be true of relationships, we play and dissect with opinionated views collected through a thousand instances with our own concept of perfect relationship, perfectly flawed but by itself perfect proof of the perfect relationship?

Does the perfect relationship come from the unity of all things, is the struggle of humanity to find consolation within relationships a cry for the perfect, a desire for the unseen, the human scene merely an imperfect circle reflecting upon a perfect spiritual being, already connected to everyone, so connected there is no other, just one?

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World without end

It is true of every human that the thing which seems the weakest, that thing which draws a human experience toward the source,like a moth to the light, is actually the strongest.That thing which may be called a hidden desire,an unfulfillment, is so strong and its presence is always felt no matter how faint,though we sometimes go left or right and up and down or stand still, eventually we find the same light and even though we may get burned and even materially destroyed, we fulfil our destiny of servitude and experience which is the fulfillment of the law.The fulfillment of the law, though it may need numerous attempts will always eventually lead to recognition of the expression of source like a droplets of water fulfilling that which is called wave. So too that which is our destiny will realise its connection with life and we will understand that even mans concept of time and space,desire and fulfillment are merely concepts expressed by that which cannot entertain anything of a greater magnitude.

This seemingly hidden desire will shed the clothes of disguise through that which is referred to as experience and be seen once again, as it was in the beginning and ever shall be, world without end.∞

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For here is forever

TIME
by justme 

Human man thinks of time
Of eight o’clock an hour from nine
The sixty minutes in between
pass him by, they’re never seen

Through laugh and tears he tears it down
Yet many seconds are never found
Always the future is in this mans mind
That it may be, so much more kind
than the moment mind calls to heart
the memory from which he will not part.

And all the while, time slips away
And man he has nothing, nothing to say.
For time is free and won’t hold still
No man has stopped, no man can kill.

Yet within the space of this thing called time.
Lies a truth for you and for all mankind.
All that exists existed before there was time
A beautiful space, a beautiful rhyme.

You will find it between the measures of time
In the gaps of the seconds filled by the blind.
It lies in the stillness and purity of heart
It knows not the end it knows not the start.

It is aware of the constant the forever in you
It knows not the lack it knows not the do.
Just close your eyes and lay down your fear
For here is forever
and time never
lived here ∞

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This heart is not so lost

I AM THAT BIRD
by justme

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself “.
~ D.H. Lawrence

I am that bird that sat upon that tree
Looking all about of me.
I am that bird that stilled and died
And it’s true no tears, this bird has cried

Yet I this bird, still chose the tree
Though I will die, it still comforts me
This heart therefore is not so lost
It’s true I’ll die, but I still avoid the frost.

Even though we believe in truth

And accept we perhaps, have no proof

Except what agrees within our hearts

Still we are human, playing the human parts.

Like this bird someday we all will die

We can question and ask the reason why

There is nothing wrong for us to find our tree

To ask their protection and help to be.

When we shelter upon that place

And God looks gently upon our face

When we look at deaths own door

And human fight can fight, no more.

Lay your head upon your tree

Whisper softly, easy and gently

‘I am a bird that sits upon a tree
I love that you are here with me ‘.

The world of trees with a universal song

Will sing to the universe to which you belong

‘ This is our sister the world let roam,
treat her well, love her, then take her home ‘.

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