The Compass trembles — still —
Though Wand’rers cross the Field —
A Needle — bent — may falter —
Yet Secrets are revealed —
The Brook forgets its Channel —
And cuts a curious Line —
Yet — reaches Sea — regardless —
Oblivious — of Design —
The Sparrow — takes the wrong Branch —
Yet — Sings the Morning true —
Perhaps — the Path we dreaded —
Was Destiny’s Avenue —
For Fate — is not a Footstep —
But Silence — in the Sand —
That gathers — in its quiet —
The Will — we never planned —
slowly we evolve
blinking within universes
moving forward solve
facing ourselves in mirrors
knowingness sees then stands deep
nothing becomes time
matter meaningless messy
we sing songs as chime
when awakening to truth
egos escape shiver shake
let go forgiving
untangle own threads and dread
climb green trees to see
eclipses giving clarity
on the path with sanity
Distractions
from a seeking path
there are many which
shout from all sides
perhaps destroying
the path
introducing freedom~~
creative urge
within surges
we merge with God
(“Rainbow Body” detail, 2018, original encaustic)
A Journey Without A Goal
The path to enlightenment is a wondrous
And delightfully paradoxical thing!
It is complex and yet simple,
Endless and yet immediate.
The problem is it is never us who becomes enlightened,
Since enlightenment is a reunification
With what has never been divided,
And so the journey then becomes nothing but a dream.
What is found in enlightenment is what has always been,
The dharmakaya, “body of truth”,
That which is changeless
And actual.
But since this isn’t a person or identity
It means we who find it
Have never actually been separate from it
And so have never actually existed…
The questions remain;
Who/what is dreaming?
How can they/it actually ever wake up?
What then is the true nature of the dream?
(8/11/25)
“But the path of the just is as the shining light,
that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.”
Proverbs 4:18
King Solomon shared with the Jews over time;
much he had learned from his own dad, King David.
The path of the just is no quick, speedy climb
for the light it brings forth is way off the grid.
Solomon had wisely asked God for wisdom;
He wrote proverbs galore, one of God's sages -
sharing divine wisdom with those who'd become
carriers of that light down through the ages.
Believers today find the path of the just
in Jesus who's the Truth, the Life and the Way.
Steadily we grow as we learn about trust.
God's Spirit shines through us till that perfect day
That perfect day when our spirit is transferred
to the presence of Jesus and Father God
Meanwhile, we must keep on studying His Word
sharing more and more light as His path we plod.
Two paths diverged into the woods,
some choose the easier path.
I followed my heart and chose to go straight.
It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be.
I’m glad I chose the harder way,
It was the right choice for me.
I hope that you will chose as well,
Blazing a trail only you can travail.
Inner Self
Inner self
For ever
Is my elf
Everyday
I meet it
On the way
It leads me
To right path
Hassles free
At the threshold of tomorrow,
Where commitment meets the dawn,
Understanding whispers softly,
In a master class of hope reborn.
A moment of not knowing,
Yet calm before the storm—
Two sides agree in silence,
As futures take on form.
Thanksgiving for the journey,
Each step both dignified and rare,
Moving through the shadows,
Barely grasping what is fair.
Together we will flourish,
On this path, our hearts will tread,
For every threshold we cross,
Is a new world to be fed.
Every path has
footprints of
families seeking
the best
for their children.
Every choice
creates ripples:
Who thrives?
Who's left behind?
What strengthens community?
What fractures it?
The question isn't
which path is right
but how to ensure
every path leads
to excellence,
equity,
opportunity.
How to make choice
mean possibility
for all,
not privilege
for few.
Whichever pathway you decide to choose,
They’ll always be lessons and lots of clues.
On every pathway, lessons will exist,
Finding truth will require that you persist.
Walking a path, does not learning assure.
Takes more than presence, learning to secure.
From your doubt you ask, “why aren’t I learning?”
Lacking desire, the internal burning.
In the present, let the path do its part.
Clear your mind, listen, and follow your heart.
The answers you’re seeking come from inside,
Consider each option then you decide.
Lessons will surely come as you travel,
Allowing the complex to unravel.
Take the complex and make it simplistic,
Lessons learned will seem realistic.
In pursuit of promise, he journeyed far,
A dual path of toil and academic star.
Leaving loved ones, a distant shore,
He braved new faces, some warm, others a bore.
Hostility's sting, he wouldn't endure,
Focus on friendly souls, his heart's allure.
Through want and need, he pressed on ahead,
Enticing pleasure, a siren he'd rather be dead.
Night's silence, his studies' sacred space,
Research and lessons, his waking pace.
"A purpose unknown, makes sleep a delight,"
He'd tell himself, through the dark of night.
His children's voices, a heartfelt refrain,
"Daddy, when?" "Soon," he'd say, in love's sweet strain.
Though absence pained, he'd endure the test,
For future's promise, his family's crest.
You joined the Navy.
I joined the circus.
I was always a clown,
and you were always
so serious.
In endless rows of ticking screens,
Where numbers dance and cold light gleams,
He spent his days in hollowed time,
His heart untouched, his soul confined.
Contracts signed with vacant eyes,
Chasing wealth beneath gray skies.
The clink of coins, the shuffle of files,
Left no joy, no genuine smiles.
Then one day, a scent of bread,
A baker’s voice, a warmth it spread.
The crackling crust, the simple cheer,
Brought back a life he’d once held dear.
Not in ledgers, nor in gold,
But in the stories hands once told.
The baker’s laugh, a kindled spark,
Lit his way out of the dark.
He left the desk, the rows, the grind,
For something real for peace of mind.
He found the truth in acts so small:
That kindness builds where riches fall.
For life is more than balance sheets,
It’s in the warmth of those we meet.
The banker’s tale, a lesson clear
True wealth is found when hearts draw near.
“Not all souls are willing to burn to learn,
transmuting as light in mind-body urn.”
~ quote by poet
Krama, step by step energisation,
simply stated, is kundalini rise,
gripping us in all time meditation,
each rapture tremor embraced in surprise.
Awakening occurs in slow motion,
in a manner that leaves no room for doubt,
where presence sipping love’s magic potion,
from the world of ego, opts to walk out.
The prerequisite of course is a pure heart,
without which we cannot board God’s bliss bus,
growing in love, deeming no soul apart,
breath by breath we ascend without a fuss.
This path leads to God realisation,
wherein mood and mode is celebration.
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