“Within any given moment is hidden the pure potentiality of grace. Within any arising of grace lies the potentiality of perfect stillness. Within the omnipotence of stillness lies the potentiality of truth, all held within the perfect moment.Every moment therefore must carry truth and therefore no moment is ever lost except to the idea of moment itself.”
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May you float with the wind, both high and low, may the wind always be on your back. May the road rise up to meet you and may God hold you in the palm of his hand until we meet again. May love recognise you and may you recognise love when it knocks upon your door. May you grasp it and hold it as you held it before, as a friend once distanced,once upon a time love lost you but as it lost you, so shall it find you. For it’s will is undeterred and it’s resilience unending.
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The mist that drifts away at dawn, leaving but dew in the fields, shall rise and gather into a cloud and then fall down in rain.
And not unlike the mist have I been.
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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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CHINA MOON
by justme
….and rested her, her China hand and China eye.
With gentle touch and trembling tear.
Lift he love upon himself, smooth glowing skin, slipped a sigh.
The earth it crumbled, fled of the fear.
As man and woman, no breath as near.
…and he rested her, upon a cloud,
Whispered words, their love, their shroud.
Womb of God.
Stem of life.
Man and woman.
Man and wife.
Of alumni and alumnae
That night they slept the rainbow
And the angels,
They did cry….
∞
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What colour is the sun my friend ?
I feel its warming glow surround and comfort me.
I feel its heat wrap around me .I feel its love. Yet sometimes it loves too much.
If I were not blind I would know if what I see is true.
That I am sad to say will never come true.
For I am a man born without eyes.
And in my heart are endless cries.
To know.
What colour is the wind my friend?
Is it the colour you call orange and blue?
Its cold sharpness stings my skin,
Yet sometimes it is my welcome guest,
When the sun fires me with its summer dress.
What colour are these fields of grass?
To you its simple but to me alas,
its colour is of no significance
But sweet soft lushness holds its magnificence.
What colour is your eyes my love?
Your hair and dress and loveliness’
It’s an intriguing story of which I guess.
But love you tell me, holds no colour. We are equal.
Love is all the colours and yet is none.
It holds the sun and wind and rain.
It is everything in the universe and yet just one.
Let me then forget the colours and live with love,
That we may meet at a single place.
Let me feel and touch your face, with love.
For love is all I need, and you,
love is all you need, too.
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There is only one world. That is your world. No one can see as you see. Do you know if everybody sees as you see? When you see colours does everyone see the same colour as you ? When you see the colour purple does everybody see purple as you see purple ? How do you know ? Let me tell you why. You are in a dream. There is only you in the dream and everything in the dream you created. It is not who you are , you are in a dream. The things that are in your world, you created them. There is nobody else but you in the dream. Once upon a time and yet there was no time, you came to me and told me to come to you and wake you up. Now you dont remember me yet you know me. I seem familiar. All the things you have done you have done so you can sleep but you know you must not sleep too long. You have many more of me coming , you told me so. They will come so you might have life. You told me so.
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A MOMENT FILLED THE UNFULFILLED
by justme
A moment filled, the unfulfilled
As blood boiled hot, and skin tingles, thrilled
Longing led, to a swallowing deep kiss
A moment Destiny, would never miss
The earth and moon and stars
Called halt to movement,
As the world stopped spinning
For a tiny moment.
The rivers held, as in photography
The rain it stopped, drained out the sea
A perfect moment of sweet innocence
Spun from Gods mastered
brilliance
As this loving moment came
So too, it shall pass
For Perfect came and went, so fast
Held forever as a glorious memory
Floating the ether, wild and free
First heaven from hell
Love blossomed
then love
Fell
∞
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God grant me
by justme
God grant me your serenity, grant me the peace found only in silence.
That your will be done, not mine.
To accept I cannot change but I can surrender.
For you are the do -er not I.
Allow me this wisdom.
I understand there are many things my mind believes to be wrong.
I will suffer for these discrepancies.
They are not who I am, though I will suffer my attachment.
For I believe in the idea of perfection, which you show me each and every day
through a flower and a stone a droplet of water and an insect.
Perfect can only emit perfect and from perfect there can only be perfect.
I and the father are one.
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