Long Realignment Poems
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Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man
aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?
air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved
we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ
Journeys
There are many journeys...
There are journeys in which we observe the
world from conventional windows of body and mind.
There is another journey which involves recognition
that I Am much more than my old belief that my limited
body and mind is who I am. Also.. to discover that my
belief in limitation is the root of my suffering and
longing. The new journey, the Direct Path, belongs to
the experience of Non-Duality, in which are found to have
Two Legs:
the Inward, and the Outward. The Inward Leg results
in the discovery of our Unlimited nature, and the Outward
is a "return" to the world..beginning a life-long
realignment in our lives based on a recognized
True Identity…
We honor thee, oh Christ!
The sacrifice that You made,
The suffering You endured;
Stigmata signifying profound faith --
The Cross that checked the body
But not the Son’s Spirit~ man’s
Cruelty on full display; the
Crown of thorns, the drip the
Splatter – earth thus saturated~
Redeeming Blood of its Creator.
Drink of the Goblet...rise through the
Radiant Portals of His Temple
Illumined where lifted, to Divine Presence
And Soul Purification – All is
Thine; and we serve openly for love
And not lowly fear --
Pure Love has one Name!
Christ Brother and Savior. Surely Pure
Heart has one Divine Manifest, the
Son of God on his Beneficent Throne
Eternal – we witness in physical form
Trinity realignment with humanity and
Source transfiguring. Son of Man! God the Father!
Holy Spirit Righteous Blessing! Happy Easter.
He looks at the mirror and frowns at the image
‘Is it the glass or my face that lies shattered?’
Fault lines burrowed into borrowed time
Tim wonders about censorship and cracks
He sees a crossdresser between sadness and joy
A veil of burnt out darkness and shiny spectacles
Quorum of insanity and intense beauty alike
Bedlam carving out a picture of madness
Frowns and scars adorn past vision of duels
Of minds and a sword of common dissent
A freckle hidden under three-day stubble
Shadows of sleepless nights in despair
They say it is the persona or mask of retreat that
Enacts the drama of living enhanced by oozing
Wounds of battles long gone with no victor
But the lonely survivor who he has become
The looking glass reflects upon wrinkles and blotches
Attempting to scratch out disfigured pit falls of thoughts
Discoloured from jagged emotions at face value
Shades of discontent imprinted on countenance
As Tim tries to make sense of deceitful senses
Divulges the distorted prism that he has become
The mirror cracks into mute darkness and doubt
There is no escape and the trap door stays shut
When eternity of his ragged convulsion has passed
He decides that cutting through insurmountable walls
With a razor would only heap more meaningless blood
Whereas accepting containment can be a close shave
He pierces the conception of failure and reassembles
Broken shards into a mosaic of dis-ambiguous beauty
‘I am who I was and will reassign polarity to the centre’
He marvels in ink of realignment and scribes a way forth
01st December 2019
Journeys
There are many journeys...
There are journeys in which we as travelers observe
the world from conventional windows of body and mind.
There is another journey which involves a recognition
that I Am much more than my old belief that my limited
body and mind is who I am. Also.. to discover that my
belief in limitation is the root of my suffering and
longing. The new journey belongs to the experience of
Non-Duality, in which are found to be two legs: the
inward, and the outward. The inward leg results in the
discovery of our Unlimited nature, and the outward leg
is a "return" to the world..beginning a life-long
realignment in our lives based on a joyful new
Understanding...
press ganged or poetry
head on collision with the truth
beheaded by ignorance’s sword
full steam towards censorship
synchronized fabrication
redacted news to follow
blank lines on the page …
medium holds forth a renegade séance
gives head to fine crystal ball bearings
heeds the apt call for intuitive positions
the media retort ‘naïve foolish emotions
we lead up from the front behind centres
of power preserve the necessary status quo’
and yet the joker holds all the cards
seeds subversion rebels reconciles
reason emotion and figurative speech
‘my heart and essence are wide open books
it is not over before a rotund epilogue sings
spines are meant to stand tall and proclaim’
justice’s chant liberation and honesty
realignment of wheels out of control
chorus of critique of outdated lies
rhapsody instead of guillotine
symphonic joy or firing squad
advancement or apathetic arrest
beware of the trap door and deep pitfalls
before you decide which way to proceed
chopped heads or tale ends’ beginnings
... a no brainer unless you vote for demise
We turned the mattress over,
the world was leaning to one side,
and heads were rolling.
Bodies tipped over in the night,
whole families were found to be
slanted from the slippage.
They say (meaning nobody we knew),
that the sharp cheddar and the gruyere
had saturated the dreams
of our sleeping flesh.
We upended the matrass, slept well
for a night or two,
then the pale-faced fridge began to
groan unintelligibly,
it was joined by the AC unit,
who caterwauled,
and rattled its teeth non-stop.
Slowly the planet began to readjust,
to realign.
The doomsayers were not pleased,
they had expected
so much more
than bad breath and diarrhea.
Fear of damnation
may keep some
on the path of Straight
And Narrow...but only love
leads to Father’s door and
welcome --
the convict forced to obey
rules of confinement, spirit’s
attempt at Heart’s realignment
earth is a humane
prison – isolated, in a galaxy
of limitless, greater fascinating
mystery -- truth~ our behavior
manifests as distance --
we have confined
ourselves in immeasurable ways;
Divine Connection why Christ
preached Love (above all
else) – saw death as salvation,
Evil, as surface preservation
and Eternal Life of health and Joy
(Son Relationship)
only after the Soul’s
Transfiguring Resurrection!
There was to be a realignment of time;
A time to be freed from the ties that bind.
Many things were both 'in and out' of line.
There was a top secret of the most divine kind,
and no one heard it through the grapevines.
No mortal knew the details of God's grand design.
Who would pay the penalty for the greatest crime?
Did mortals think they could stop the sunshine?
Did the devil rejoice as his demons dined?
He came into a world that was in deep decline.
The concept of love was to be totally redefined.
In due course, there would be no doubt, no denying.
By believing in Christ mankind would cease from dying.
There was a miracle that turned water into wine.
It would not matter what was written on a sign.
Millions over time would change their minds.
None would be hanging from the end of a rope.
The most hopeless would be infused with hope.
All could be free and no one needed to be left behind.
When I rose from ashes to rebuild;
Vulnerability, and Strength, came together
as the odd everlasting couple.
I was humble, and brave, and birthed Hope, and Passion
like any other navigating and narrating parent.
They’re all a part of me, and I would guard these qualities
with determination, with c o m p a s s i o n, with authenticity.
While failing and trying again,
Anxiety and fear moved in
[I allowed them to be only temporary]
While showing up,
I met doubt
[Learned to choose my friends carefully]
And while succeeding,
I learned to dance, to laugh, to feel free
so that I may remember that
I’m OK
I’m Good Enough
I’m Worth it
... even while losing.
See?
I learned the need to breathe, and rest,
at the standstill’s.
I learned to Flow, be aware, be alive.
I found Passion - the fundamental puzzle piece of the game.
And I b e c a m e
Hope.
Dreams sow seeds, and through the realignment of opportunities;
passion and hope nourished it all to come together;
to have my road rise up to meet me.
I harvested what I sowed,
remembering that any seed can root,
and any seed can grow,
which was why Mindfulness, and Kindness, were essential techniques,
while tending to my crops,
but also while tending to myself.
And Love?
Love was, is, and will always be, the Tree of Light
the guidance,
the very Force of my Nature
while I'm Becoming a part of it.