There is that hidden thing, can you feel it ? Yet feel is not the right word, no, can you see it?. No, that’s not the right word either. There is a thing, a known thing, yet known without a formed and proven emotion. It sits not in your gut, it cannot be grasped, it cannot be curtailed, it cannot be saved. What is this hidden most elusive thing?
It is a hope, a dream an imagination and it could not be formed unless you chose it so ! Search forever, you search in vain.
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.
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.
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 ! ∞
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
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,
To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
that illusory, human cloak. ∞
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 !
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.
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.
Come sing with me, oh choir of man for knaves and kings and precious things
You have not known or understand. Come dance with me, oh child of God
For her and he and all things free, while you still move above the sod
Come lie with me, oh queen of life, for want and will and endless still
That knows not of the human strife, come pray with me, oh spirit child
For tower and tree and bird and bee, that knows there is no wild
Come sleep with me, oh prince of peace, for dark to day and to find a way
That knows all tongue will rest and cease,
Come home with me,
O blessed might
For touch and time, and your life sublime,
that knows you are my loving light
Your now with me, oh spirit man, destiny unfold the master plan
You arrived back home from where you came.
Despite you playing, the human game.