fawn is my power animal
increasing my ability to be aware
to listen to my surroundings
to encourage others to show their softer side
fawn is my power animal
her dotted back matches my dotted hands
she is as young and fresh
as I am older and seasoned
the all seeing spiritual eye shines
as God’s self-existent luminous flame
being the source with which our soul aligns
then ego gives each sense organ a name
forgetting God from Whom boons of grace came
and so recognising we are That Self
we delight in life that flows by itself
We are not body-mind, we are not this,
concept of ‘I’ being knot of the heart,
which divine grace dissolves, bestowing bliss,
so if God-search we truly wish to start,
shift from ’I’ to ‘we’ deeming none apart.
Feeling deep in our core, bliss beats humming,
we don’t attain but be by becoming.
immanent in each cell of form
we feel God’s lustrous presence warm
wherein thus as boundaries blur
bliss beats rise as nodes within stir
and with no doing done at all
that we’re living light, we recall
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Battle For Your Mind
We live in a time of upheaval and change,
Challenge and war,
But the biggest battle
Is what some call “jihad”
An internal struggle of light and dark
As a soul makes their way along the path.
But along with the esoteric jihad
There is the exoteric, external struggle for your soul,
And battle for your mind,
A battle between the Death-eaters
And the Life-givers.
In this battle of temptation
Desertion is always an option,
And as many times as we may vacillate
What matters most is where we finally settle.
And in an infinite universe
On a timeline of eternity,
As Led Zeppelin said,
You can always change the road you’re on.
But once we know how it will end
Then the momentary ups and downs
Cannot confuse and distract us.
This is the Path of Seeing
The path of no return
The warrior path
In the battle for your mind.
(9/16/25)
We are formed in His likeness – three in one,
Body, mind, spirit, we are created anew.
As in our hearts we think, so our course is run -
The soul reflects what inward thoughts pursue.
When Christ we claim, our spirit wakes and sees
Heaven’s truths which once lay dormant and dim.
Belief ignites like fire upon the breeze,
And all things bloom through faith we hold in Him.
He spoke: “All things are possible - believe!”
So, we declare, decree His boundless good.
In trust, the chains of doubt begin to leave,
And miracles arise where once none stood.
With God, the vast impossible shall cease -
In Him, the tide of hope and grace increase.
as life happens we react
then sense consciousness contract
which is good because we learn
to overcome ego’s burn
though life seems like a circus
we are here for a purpose
and when love’s flame is steady
to meet God we are ready
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
Kumbaya Mylord
I am tired of the hate
I am tired of the divide
And so I do what I can
And begin the longest journey
With a single step, again.
(9/16/25)
In a quiescent heart, no thoughts arise,
whence although no doubt we dwell in this form,
each life breath then is imbibed in surprise
and as the epicentre of love’s storm,
we’re transfixed in bliss currents cool and warm.
Employing power of bilocation,
we entwine with all of God’s creation,
without any need for us to rehearse,
each heartbeat a joyous celebration,
for we’re one with the entire universe.
Unreal is all existence manifest,
which therefore includes notion of our ego,
so let us give concepts we nurture a rest,
that as ownership of thought forms we let go,
acting no longer then at our mind’s behest,
shifting into the vast void, we gently flow.
Ego exhumed, as awareness self-aware,
transcending space and time, with God’s mind we pair.
extracting the Self
from presence
we pour ourself
into cosmic Self
thus filling existence
with our Self
never separated
or diminished
from Absolute Self
there being but
one indivisible Self
(“Dark Pool Nebula”, 2011, original oil)
Different Worlds
I travel to different worlds in my dreams,
In my mind, even day by day
With different aspects of my self
In this one body.
As I get older I see we all live in different worlds,
Determined by what we believe, how we are raised,
And what we learn.
Sometimes we can stand on the same street corner
And be in totally different worlds as we chat.
Some people know all about this
And some are totally clueless,
Yet still we are all in our own world.
Is this a problem that needs to change?
I don’t think so
It is just the nature of things
The nature of having a mind
Especially so with an independent mind.
So maybe it is good the way things are.
What is bad is trying to change this
Trying to make everyone conform.
But how would it be if a fish thought itself
A bird, or a bird a fish,
Or a man a woman, or a human a god?
Some things are just not meant to be.
And so I travel to different worlds
In my dreams and in my mind,
And as I become more familiar
The worlds become more wonderful.
(9/15/25)
The Existence Plan.
The moon and sun are eternal lovers who never get to meet.
Once a century the stars align and he and she can be.
Once an eclipse eclipses the world and all the world turns dark,
The light remains with arms around the darkness,
Faithfully she sends her sparks,
Which become fires that light up the faces,
In endless places, she sends her graces,
That bring the warmth of an eternal sunshine.
The cold moonlight engulfs to shower the earth with why’s?
But even the moon cannot claim sadness.
He’s far too happy to see his Goddess,
And even if it is just for one day,
The memory will never fade.
He will forever see her face is the way to truly love,
So he tells the planet, worship her, for good,
Is all that comes from her very being.
Become all seeing and see what he see’s,
For in her he see’s a reason to be.
The Good, The Bad, The Future, The Past.
A Theory of Everything, The Existence Plan,
To meet again in a thousand years.
For love is eternal.
It is foretold.
The Moon and Sun are destined to be.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Desperation, draw me not like magnets pull
But once again let saneness possess me in full
Do not ravage me like a loin upon its prey
Block not the seeds of thoughts that come to save the day
Like limbs of a tree in the presence of a gale force wind
The heavy weight of thy encumbrance makes me bend
As a cookie being crushed underneath a fisted hand
Sapping my power, I become a broken man
Hope beyond my greatest self, suddenly appears
Dashing all desperate thoughts, releasing all my fears
Focused like a camera’s lens, my eyes see a way
Attitude and mindful thought, must have their say
Ideals forming one by one, possibilities
Desperation lost this time, healed is my choice of realities
Holy
Eternal
Alluring
Venue
Everlasting
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