..and still the man continues in the throes of ignorance….the playground littered with forgotten potentials, blowing gently, dragging and grinding the surface of hope…. still the beholder, beholds… then time slows and slows and stops… within this moment the beholder intervenes and the canvas not of earth or wind but of spirit and memory, plays, displays, the forgotten moments of time, of man, of silence, of silly moments, once laughed, once passed, then stored and ignored… yet kept, once lost, then felt… mans own selfmade cross…
The angels seeing the beholder intervene, lift their veil, to the astonishment of man and that which was once so flippantly beheld, the spirit kneels and to mother and brother and friend bids itself farewell, in silence …adieu, adieu, adieu as the world watches the playground litter blow…..
Father, creator of everything, thank you for this moment, this precious only moment.
Father forgive me for I have been lost in another moment, a moment created in my mind.
Father only forgive me as I understand the other, who also lives within his mind and it is only through me recognising the same that my sins are forgiven and I can get up and walk.
Father let me not indulge upon my moment but rather observe the true moment and perhaps also see the play of the mind, the game, the illusion.
Father there is only one day.
There is no other.
Father it is through gratitude that I shall learn humility.
Father it is through humility I shall learn service.
Father it is through service shall I see my fellow man.
Father it is though seeing my fellow man I shall see myself.
Father it I through seeing myself I shall see you.
Father it is through seeing you I shall see nothing separate from you.
Father through seeing nothing seperate shall I live forever.
To him who has, shall it be given,
the choice of man, man now living.
Wander ye, among the thorns,
clinging he, his heart forlorn,
For a greater good, not told to man,
for man has known, yet man, has no plan.
Yet settle he, upon the earth,
feel the touch, the touch of birth,
he looks around and sees no pain,
no human pull, no human gain.
He prays ∞
A different version of this prayer – poem in a picture can be found here
Credits: Poem @ justme; Image @ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
It is not you who rises from the bed.
It was not you who stumbled upon the truth.
It will not be you who dies a hero’s death.
For you are a thing of beauty, no bed has touched, no thought has held, no death shall call.
Oh childless thing, partner of the living breath.
That thy breath may hold the sharpness of the moment.
That thy eye may catch the glimmer of this moment.
This moment, this perfect moment… filled with one million moments and then some more..
You that once was that child, so longed for.
Pray with me, you little thing.
You say you do not know me
Yet I know you
You say you never met me
Yet I met you
You say you never loved me
Yet I have always loved you
You say you never spoke to me
Yet I always speak to you
You say you are looking for me
Yet here I am.
You say to people we are one
Yet you act like we are two
You say you will never die
Yet you are dead right now
You said I am the answer
Yet you never asked.
You have said all these things
Some imaginary, some true
You have said all these things
Still I always love you
Have you fire my friend?
Do the lashing flames tear the flesh of obstinate men?
Do the curves and flicks, lick the calming lips of,
Does the fire of true memory, companion with light,
to chase darkness away?
Or do you subtly, slowly, seductively
convince it of its nothingness?
Do you envelope the frosting, shaking child, with glowing warmness
that protrudes and devours that icy, lifeless cold
To replace it with chocolate tinker belles
Releasing lavender droplets
and sunset rolls.
Accepting nothing less
But a glowing fest
Do you roar from the heavens?
“I am that which is brave, I drag my fear, kicking and screaming until it relents,
For I am the master of fear and fear shall never be my master”
Do you whisper to the wind?
“I am love and though love leaves me I shall always await it’s return
for love and I long for each other, we are as rain and the river”
Do you stand above the mountain top and spreading your arms wide shout
“I am as the sun, I emit my everything to you my flesh and blood,
I throw my coloured cloak of kindness to you, that you may suffocate with warmth of my hallowed heart”
If you can do this,
You have fire!
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.
In a world of opposites, the water is wet and the rain is cold. For man’s ignorance means to the mind his heart is sold.
Come with me sweet children of life. Dance the dance with all your might. For the day is closing and soon will be the night. The earth is slowing and you will still lose the fight. Light your heart upon the stars, ballet dance from Earth to Mars. Fill your body with the wine of life, leave thy troubles, plagues and strife.
Come and fly in the golden light my child, that fears nor denies the coming night, run wild. Close your eyes and die in me, surrender yourself, let thy wings fall free.
For I shall hold you in my arms, I shall protect from all that harms. For am I am the blood from whence you came, I am the player within your game.