Love, and its warm cultivating
Which continues on, dear
Started early.
In this patted, as tender held
If tickled for pet, true.
Pleased, purred softly.
“This Holy Sound (Aum) Pranava Sabda manifests spontaneously through culture of Sraddha, the energetic tendency of the heart's natural love; Virya, moral courage; Smriti, true conception; and Samadhi, true concentration.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Love dissolve all opposites in its womb
and where true love is, there exists no thought,
so as maverick ego we deplume,
heart animated, we become self-taught.
Courage, conception and concentration,
arise on their own when heart lotus blooms,
that thus feeling one with God’s creation,
we see we are more than our mind assumes.
Embracing all souls and keeping no score,
shifting to feeling and ceasing thinking,
fragrance of love surges forth from our core,
whence we attain awareness unblinking.
Love is the path that is strewn with roses,
where breath by breath we strike blissful poses.
In plowing God's love,
let us sow seeds of His peace;
raking away war:-
thick rain, trickling hope
thirsty seeds in parched soil, seek
eager, growing faith
Cultivate life,
this matters !
turn the wounds
with balm and affection,
watering the seeds,
with precise regularity,
enables to sprout
fresh plant,
novel life... !
Do not give up when all seems lost,
For success is accurately measuring
By perseverance, rarely by the cost.
Things that we are most treasuring
May become a necessary sacrifice,
For valuable things more pleasuring.
Virtues, like integrity, have no price
And cultivating them is, frankly, nice!
Written December 21, 2021
You are my grape and wine,
es my verse and prose!
I feel you,
I taste you
and I live for you... my most pure love
my naked and raw. material.. !
I am your cultivator
on the field of life !
with-incarnations
perpetual blossoming
orbiting beauty
Cultivating a Friendship
By: Tom Wright
10-2005
Friendships,
are a lot like growing tomatoes.
Both require a certain amount of attention,
and must be allowed to ripen over time,
Not placed on some dark shelf and forgotten until needed.
I’ve found that what I’m willing to put into a friendship,
determines what I get back as a friend.
Cultivating optimism, happiness and good cheer
Will bring God’s light upon us as He is forever near
Through life’s deepest waters, daily tasks and trials
God is with us on our journey, through all our mortal miles
Cultivating these virtues is a daily choice we each should make
Developing them is an option, and one we ought to take
When my friend Lydia was alive
she made the world
around her thrive,
this garden grew so high
and wide,
you couldn't find the other side.
she had red hair and azure eyes
so like a flower in disguise
perhaps she was a hybrid host
a woman blooming as a ghost
inhabiting this bit of land
to cultivate her garden grand.
her colored skirts of daffodils
her collars ,lillies full of frills,
I never noticed it before..............
what are these seeds upon her floor?
perhaps her season came and went,
bright annual whose time was spent.
I'll gather all the fallen seeds,
I'll plant them all and pull the weeds
thatmust be why she brought me here,
to help her grow another year.
and in the springtime she'll arise
and stretch her arms and kiss the skies
and let our hearts like vines entwine
she'll grow to be a friend of mine.
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