I, that quiet thing

The reason why your awakening seems curious is because you are dreaming.

……….and within your dream, I am there.. that silent thing, that thing just out of reach. That which you have not named, for you cannot dwell long enough to consider I, that quiet thing, that silent thing, that thing just beyond your touch, yet not your feel, for you feel me so, that silent thought, that knowing thing, that quiet, always thing.
Dream on oh innocent, for I share your other dream, your silent, quiet, always dream, always dream, always a quiet, silent, always dream….and some day I promise you, you shall, dream no more………shhh…

 

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Within the centre of time

TIME STAND STILL
by justme

 

Spin my friend the wheel of time.

Spin it fast and free and true.

Lay you not upon its rim, lest time drags you through,

The rip and free of wheel, of life, of sickening nausea

Rest you instead within the centre of time.

Be you the one who looks upon, rather than the one who spins, and throws and dies.

No mans time is the same; therefore time is but a relativity -of me, of you.

Let no man steal my time. Let not your time run free.

I rest upon the centre and look upon time as a passing friend

For me time can stand still, and still and stop.

For in the centre, the earth did draw to close, the stars and sun hold not dead,

Yet still, the flowers sway not with vigour, but lean and lift like dancing ballerina upon a pedestal

Of life, of love, for you and me.

The rivers too hold agape and wait with beckoned breath, to catch a raindrop then another

Just to make a pond.

The birds they fan their feathered wings like taunting matadors,

they dare the bull of wind to lift them high,

It steps, not drives.

The clouds within the sky hold their form as if for a million years.

As the rain it drops as in single tailored tears.

Come with me and sit upon this crucible of light

Look with me and hold each other for a thousand lives

Rest now my queen and king of life, close thy eyes.

For here is the place for you to enter

to find the way

Take not a lifetime, just close thine eyes

Today.

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From a soul that must

OUR FATHER
by justme

Our father where are you? Who are you ? Who am I?
I have spat words and words, added opinion until I cry.
I have pursued things and people, selfish, imaginary wealth.
I have believed I was the orchestrator,
the giver and taker of health.
I have ignored the call and fall from birth to tomb
Whoever, whatever you are?
I fall silent.
I have ran out of room!

Floating ember fairy lights pin up the sky

While, shooting falling teardrops, break up and cry

to spread across a black hallowed darkness of empty space

And flash a vast peaceful picture,through almighty grace.

Tiny human, looks on, as a slight, delicate, speck of dust

yet releases a powerful silent whisper, from a soul that must,

Find it’s place within this vastness of all things unknown,

Just a human and this thing called universe, innocently, quietly, all alone.

She falls silent

and gently, beautifully, she slips home.

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The greatest treasure

Seek not the farther good, seek not that which seems beyond the pale, but rather look for your joy within your brothers heart, for it is in the heart of your neighbour lies the greatest treasure. It is in the laughter of your chat and the babble of your children, in the rush of the morning and at the busy breakfast table you shall find your joy

and he continued:

many have sought in the clouds or sought peace in another, but few have entered the silent place, few have understood they cannot see because the universe has chose it so, let you not be like them, let you when you hear the words – this is wrong, this is right, let you know that every right and every wrong is but only wrong or right for you. 

When confusion lifts her bedraggled head let your heart and mind and soul cry out, I dont know! Then the universe shall lift you and holding you close and gently stroking your head it shall rock you to sleep, and you will wish to know no more.

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Halloween

 

HALLOWEEN
by justme

Haunted houses and party pranks
Ghouls and ghosts among the ranks
Startled spirits and kids unknown
Bang the door and then they run.

Tiny people made to scare
Knock the door then stand and stare
‘trick or treat’ please if you will
Excited eyes await their thrill

Bursting rockets light up the sky
Flashing colour way up high
Cats stay low, dogs go hide
Eerie echoes were witches ride.

Autumns here and so to this night
Blood and fangs, fear and fright.
Pumpkins, potions, graveyard owls
Wizards, spiders as darkness prowls

After the black and the smudged blood red
The witches and warlocks, all go to bed
Hats, lanterns, sticks in a heap
Soon the goblins eyes close
As they fall fast asleep.

Another halloween over and a memory to keep!

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Some day I shall rise

Tonight a single star forces its way through the cloud, its enchanting dance , invigorates, as it light serenades the sky, all just to be seen. Its song is my song, its fight is my fight.
You who would be mighty, you who would be great, you be my masters because I am on my knees.
The great only appear great while I am on my knees.
Some day I shall rise. ∞

 

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Opposites must end

…and yet there is a moment, recalled at least once, by all, yet neglected within its time. A once upon a time moment, it’s fairy tale embedded drip, molten and attached anonymously upon our minds, stealthily impressed, secretly within our hearts.
The perfect moment when the guard was dropped, the care transcended, the need to explain left at doorway of opposites and in this moment, this beautiful perfect moment, we are reborn and will forever live again.

It is then having experienced our perfect moment, we understand the inexorable opposites are that whose existence must come to end.

Amen.  ∞

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Who am I ?

I WALK ALONE
by justme

I walk alone
A slow enduring walk
I lift my head to look around
Food for life I need
Slowly, delicately, no talk.

Hide me, don’t notice me
I shake my head
Is this my life?
No one to help
Who am I ?

I want to break free
I want to be me
Let me be alive
Please, no more I strive

Is this who I am?
Oh life what are you ?
Who am I ?
What do I belong too?

Then with glimpse I see
Old falls away
What is this fantastic dress?
Not mine, not yours
Who am I ?
Coloured beauty ecstasy
Who is this?
Or why ?

I know not why
But with everything I spread wide
To seek the source
Now a butterfly I

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For you go before me…

We can never go to paradise willingly. Grace chooses us and despite us, not because of us, we like the prodigal son will reluctantly return to paradise. We will return when we have the humility and understanding and knowledge to say “Father, Mother God, creator of everything, without whom nothing could exist, I am your child who lost my way, they say.
Life, source, master of the universe, God of man and child and beast, I rest my head upon your lap, for the journey is hard and the hill ahead is steep”.

I father, put my trust in you, for you go before me to make the crooked places straight, yet I did not know.

Such is life, such is my way.

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Full of overflowing love…

BEAUTY OR LOVE

by justme

Who can ever express beauty or love?
Has any man the ability to withhold?
Oh, to see this simple thing

And to understand it’s not we who sing
Ride the train of life my love
End the tapestry of  pain and strife you wove

You are but the beholder not the giver of such
Only God and the invisible can give so much.
Understand no ability have you to withhold

Rain it falls on the young and old.
In the deepest depths of who you are
Gold and frankincense build a tailored tower
How or when or what you think you give
The giver is and only the giver gives

Now is full of overflowing love
Of bursting hearts and flirting doves
While time is still and love complete.

I sit in silence at the masters feet.

And you do well to watch your thought
May God just give, for you my friend, cannot. ∞

A video version of the poem “Beauty or Love” can be found here
A meditation on the quote ” A simple thing” can be found here

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