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Stay with me

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LOVE ME, LIKE I LOVE YOU
by justme

Love me, like I love you.
Touch me with all thats true.
For the night is dark and cold and still is the air.
Will you just stand, look upon me and stare?
I am just the same as you.
A roaring lion but underneath a shrew.

I only play dead that you might see
The true humanity within justme

I asked dear god to save you so
I prayed the prayer only martyrs know
Still they came and stole you away
The enlightened book proved no sway.

So all was gone and your breast was pierced
An intruder there within the grail
Children cried and yet forgot
Yet you mother, guarded from the cot.

They say yesterday is but a simple dream
Yet here is the place you and I have been
Let no man shout about what I have not
Unless they seen you, spoke to you or seen your lot.
Let heaven or hell or the clouds fall in
For a kiss from you I would commit all sin.

Stay with me just a little while for the night draws dark and soon sleep shall come.
As eyelids close, vagueness falls, the picture evaporates…
and nothings left to understand, at all.

Stay with me just a little while
Hold me tight as I recoil. For cold is the night and all is lost ∞

Credits: poem @ justme; Image @ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

World without end

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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.∞

A video version of this fragment can be found here

Credit: writing © Justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

For here is forever

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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 ∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

 

One life

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There is one life , my life.
There is no other life.

All things which come to me, or appear to me came through this one life.
All I see, taste,touch,hear or smell is that which I created.
This world is a world of possibilities. This world knows no lack.
This world provides everything that is needed. This world is perfect, because that which created the world must be perfect.
Nothing perfect could create imperfection. The imperfection is only how I view the world.

I need a new pair of glasses because the old glasses are full of opinions, both my own and my peers. The opinions are formed through my own desires and through others beliefs – which are not mine. Beliefs which I have accepted through fear, though I know in my deepest place, there is nothing to fear.

I pray, I do not accept the world because of what men say even if they be 99 to 1. Rather let me accept only that which echoes in my heart. Let me have the faith to know, not only in words but really know- that which goes before me makes the crooked places straight. Why, because that which goes before me is that which I am.That which goes before me creates everything so perfectly how could it not create me so perfectly? It must have !

Amen

Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Bliss

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“When nothing was needed and fulfillment was not known”

 

This quote is also available as a meditation

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This heart is not so lost

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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 ‘.

∞

Credit: poem © justme; Image; © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserve

These simple moments

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WHEN YOU AND I ARE ONE
by justme 

Once upon a deeper night in the land of hushabye
An angel met an angel and together they did cry.
They cried upon a perfect moment, but never would it come
They cried upon a stopping silence, that ne’re again would run

For moments come and moments go, that you and I, know true
Moments kept and moments lost, no moment, can we renew
For such things are written in our hearts, and shaped in tempered gold
They rise within an instant, they are held within our soul.

They travel with us from birth to death, their path it is not loud.
They never speak, they never shout, they ignore the maddened crowd
They held their time in camps of death at Chelmno and Sobibor
At the place called Thermopylae, they held a reeling roar.

At the feet of Ghandi they did fall, and Madiba held their hand.
Connolly stretchered to their song, Annie Moore, to a new land.
They echo at the French Bastille and when Lincoln honoured Ross
They were seated neath the Bohdi tree and upon a Roman cross.

They are that which we could miss so quick, they happen oh so fast
They never seem so important, we know they’ll never last.
Yet it is these moments, these simple moments, which are separate from mans time.
No fingers touch, no space can catch, this moment, called sublime.

They live the lakes,
They grow the fields,
They hold the moon, the stars, the sun.
They are the perfect moments, when you and I are one.∞

 

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved.

The dancer’s dance

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A dance qualified by fools, confirmed by scientific, intelligent creatures, by the majority sometimes, or by ‘common sense’. Common of the blinded, babbling, groping creature. Acclaimed by all except the silent fool, whose mantra holds only the words ‘ I know nothing,’ they dance with each other.

Yet they dance, the dancers dance.

Dance you on sweet children, distinguished dancers of a thickened heavy earth.
Dance you on, though you die upon the morow, your dying from the day that held your birth.
Bounce upon the strings that pull you here and too and sometimes slip you fro.
For the dance you dance, it is not yours, despite the pomp and charade of you who thinks they know.
The movement is not true, without the strings you cannot do, and so the illusion it simply grows and grows and grows.

With love from a dancer ∞

Credits: writing ©Justme; Image: ©CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

You are our breath

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It is within the moments of dread, of fear, when everything is too much, when nothing is enough, when everything is wrong because of you, or so it seems. It is in such moments, you cannot see the stars, the sun is hidden and the sounds of silence are no more.
It is in such moments that life shouts out to you, ” my child, you are an instructor of the universe, you are that which makes the rivers roll and the grasses bow, you are our breath, you give us life”

For the stars they are always there, the sun it never leaves, it is you who is the silence, yet even the silence to know itself must check upon the noise, the greater noise, that silence must be understood, that the moon must have its turn, that the stars too must sleep.
Hold your moment and court it well, for as a moment come, so shall it pass and the view upon the alter shall differ upon the lifting of the fog.
Such is your life and so shall be mine.

Amen.

Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Coming home

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..and I shall say upon the stranger, take off your coat, for you have arrived now to that so longed after place, the place impregnated within your heart. Take off your coat and lay it gently beside that warming, ember fire.
Then sit, rest a while, for your journey has been long and longer still, your feet have held your hearts true intent, yet at times you dragged an Island upon your back, only to find a mountain.  
Silent now, rest for now, my good and perfect guest. Rest a while, lay your head upon my shoulder, remember them, the special ones, think of them, the now silent ones. Rest now, it is not just you, for the sun grows weary too, the moon falls dark and quieter still, the stars fight no more.
Lay your head upon my shoulder, let your face be warmed by the glow of the throbbing, searing coals, for I am here, I am, is here and I shall rock you carefully, gently, silently asleep.
Oh troubled one, lay your troubles to the door, cry silently, but..perfectly, perfectly….
shhh 
Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved