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I know nothing

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THAT LUSCIOUS ROSE
by justme

That luscious rose just a few feet away
Yet I passed it by each and many day.
I lie and wait your visit.
I long your tender tears to drop and endlessly break free.
I instruct and demand the universe with pull and play
To draw that salted drop of life to me.
Just to connect with that which I so often did not see.

Lift this weight of soil and stone, that suffocates this man, but wont.
Break me free from wood and dress.
Day or night it’s all a dark blackness here
The stale air keeps coming and never is there any less.
An eerie silence I know fills that graveyard up above.
And when you come they come to comfort you and to make you leave.
Stay please just a second longer. I hear your words.
Drop you that final kiss and I will reach it with my clasping stagnant hands of bone.
Oh to hold you now or to feel the wind.
I long the snail and slug and inevitability to come.
A million years upon each second as time drools its way
I cannot force my head to explode, though I try.
Another crunched up, cold, dark, endless day.

I scream to the world with all that’s left,
Yet the ant screams louder than I .
I thump and batter the sides of the coffin, my prison.
How shall I die? How can I die?
I hear your softness call my name.
Go home you say, we shall meet some day.

I close my eyes and give up the fight
I shall be here for two million years.
It’s all ok. I am here but you are there.
I much rather it be this way.
Go my love and dance with the sun.

Then suddenly within an instance and yet not timed
The sun it broke the ground, unrhymed
Its ray stabbed my heart, but with joy
The universe swung me as a toy.
I cared not where or what it did, to move and feel and sway and swap
It elevated me straight to the very top
I watched you cry and laugh broke out.
I seen the tears and wondered what that’s about.

Why you looking for me down there?
Don’t waste your breath or give a care
For I am here in simple bliss
No permits, or remarked remiss.
A simple thing stopped me rotting
I realised simply,
I know nothing. ∞

 

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The reason for suffering

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BlockquoteThe reason for suffering or continuing problems which tend to operate in repeating cycles, is the inability of the sufferer to let go and surrender.
To solve any problem one must understand that all human problems have no substance and that advice from a conscious being will be suffice- if acted upon.
A sufferer of any problem can only ‘solve’ the problem by seeking and acting on such advice or by surrendering completely to the point they realise they dont know the answer – within that moment of silence and complete surrender the answer will come.

This is ultimately the reason why it is much easier to advice others on how to solve their problems than on ones own problems.It is the difference between attachment and surrender.

 

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Live with Love

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The wind picks up the leaf

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quotation rotThe wind picks up the leaf along the way, sometimes the experience is turbulent, furious and violent, yet the same wind can lift the same leaf and gently, softly, kindly, lead it on a dreamy dance, of love.
Blame not the wind, fault not the leaf, for everything is as it should be and the leaf will land exactly as to is its destiny, which was an idea, once whispered gently to the wind and set forth, once formed and sewn with sinew through the vibrating yet withering veins of the little leaf.

Shout as you might but your shouts are not louder than the wind. Be moralistic then but still your morals smash and crash upon the rocks of illusion, maybe not this day. Shock as you try, yours are as a resemblance of a spark fighting against a crackling storm. Preach as the teacher and your elegant quill shall someday be recalled upon by its fated owner, though that will be upon a darker, restless hour.

Many have eyes but few can see.

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Beyond duality

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STEADY STARE 
by justme

Steady stare gaze the words.
Conjured mind sharpens the knife.
Deliberate slice divides and shapes
the baggaged view of man.
A view the observer thinks is correct
uncovered by them for all.
Their gift passed with selfish pride.
Accepted by the majority as a gift of truth
delicately wrapped and silk bow tied.
Identical twins commend each other.
Flightless birds swap their mentor.
Forgetting the words the carpenter gave.
‘Few there be that enter’.

∞

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To live with Love

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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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To go with the wind

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A SHIP ON A JOURNEY
by justme

Stillness, silence,
peace prevails,
Quiet solitude.
A ship on a journey.
Heading somewhere, it sails.

Through seas of thunder and of rage.
To gentle lapping,
upon an endless stage.
Bright white sail says ‘look at me’
Rolled up aramid says
I don’t want to see!’

A rudder moved by a thousand hands
By smells and visions
No vessel understands
Turn left? Turn right?
Who really knows the way?
If I stop I sink
tomorrow’s day.

To push north against the south
Needs strength, and brow
To head east or west
Its all a guess right now.

Oh for a sailor who would lend their hand?
Sadly the sailors are busy,
being grand.

So the stars and the moon,
directing me on.
The wind pushes me forward.
My deck has the sun.
The dolphin of life,
guard each of my sides.
I stopped with deciding
And it suddenly glides

Oh to surrender and accept I don’t know
To go with the wind
And the sails as they blow
To take each minute as if for the first
To eat when I am hungry and drink when I thirst
That’s what it is to live in the now
To shatter my needs and to life take a bow.

Where to? I don’t know
And least do I care
For a fatherly hand is taking me there.
The lesson for all vessels on the path
Is not to go against
The waves and the wrath
But gently lead on and life will take you
To your destination,
To that place,
you already
knew ! ∞

 

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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.∞

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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

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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 ‘.

∞

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