IN THE SPRINGING OF LIFE
Springing into life,
Let your blossoms bloom brightly;
Awareness glowing:
You, an instrument of peace,
And a reflector of love:-
Wherever you bloom,
May your scent sweeten the air
With divine navigation:-
And may your ripe, juicy fruits,
Quince all thrust for awareness:-
All fulfilments of his nature attained, man is not merely a reflector of divine light but becomes actively united with Spirit. This state is Kaivalya, Oneness.
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Jesus said, ‘My Father and I are one’,
signalling that with ego vaporised,
aligned with God’s will, He shines like the sun,
substratum of existence realised.
Awareness held like a flicker-free flame,
heart tranquil, nonjudgmental eye single,
with enactment of God’s will, our sole aim,
we delight as bliss pheromones mingle.
Tweaking this lucid dream, as of God’s will,
there being no sense of separation,
love’s peace dove perches on heart’s window sill,
enlivening God’s cosmic vibration.
God’s energy is love and is expressed,
by childlike souls who are by His grace blessed.
TO BEING HERE ON THIS GLORIOUS DAY
Because you are in it,
This is a blessed day
To enjoy and be glad in:-
While some have been called in,
You have been given another day
To be an instrument of His Peace
And a daily reflector of His Love:-
Despite the painful challenges,
This day will confront you with,
Healing grace and divine wisdom
Shall guide you in conquering ways:-
Thus, in living hope and faith,
You must enjoy this day and fulfill it
With labors of love to others and self:
Living and reflecting His Enlightenment:-
FRANCIS OF GOD
Spiritual fruit of God,
Reflector of loving peace,
Pontiff of justice:-
Labors of love completed,
May his spirit remain here:-
IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION
I once wallowed in apathy,
I once had bad feelings
Of being unworthy;
Struggling with failure:-
In anger, I once felt
God had abandoned me,
Until a keloid memory
Of a childhood lesson
In gracious spirituality,
Massaged my aching soul;
And with amazing divine
Wisdom and guidance,
I became blessed
With the healing awareness
That lesson had taught:-
In renewed soul searching prayer,
I sought action to replace apathy,
And labors of love were revealed;
I beggingly asked God for help
in arriving at belief self worthiness,
And it was profoundly given to me;
I knocked on the door of determination,
And opening widely, it ushered out failure,
Graciously ushered in faithful persistence:-
Indeed, with forgiveness and supreme love,
God has never ever abandoned me; rather,
It has always been me abandoning Him!
Yet, with His forgiveness and supreme love,
God has now eternalized me with living faith;
Energizing me in being an instrument of His love
And a reflector of graciousness in labors of His love:
To god be the glory for forgiveness and divine liberation!
I’m living dead, I’m a bad nation
As bad as you like to percieve
The easiest for condemnation
En masse, so maybe I’m not me
Because I’m always undistinguished
I am a crowd you ignore
All personalities relinquished
It doesn’t matter now what for
I cannot see a film director
That could have done a sequel to
Forman’s Ragtime, like a reflector
Under the name of Ragtime Two
A story of the insulated
Would not attract lot of attention
It would be booed and claimed outdated
And all the dire consolations
They’ll put into quotation marks
And I’ll be ridiculed to bits
So no more travels in the dark
No waiters bringing fish and chips
I’m cursed just for the case of birth
This thread will never be unravelled
For me all governments on earth
Are one – its obvious at my level.
branch with raindrop tip
garden flower reflector
natures gazing ball
Between Iraq OEF and Afghanistan ISAF I did about 120 months OCONUS..
A peculiarity about Bagram Airfield which housed about 40,000 people, mostly US enlisted soldiers from all 5 groups and the off shoots.. Well, obviously there were a bunch of horny kids with high testosterone on both sides of the fence and sleazy third country nationals .. It was no secret that some of the fat s.kanks from the US Army were there to make a buck.. Most US enlisted person in uniform had to wear a reflector belt at all times, pigs that were selling it wore 'pink belts'... no one else would be caught dead.. These ' women ' made a pile of money.. From what i heard, $150 USD per throw.. these skanks, and there were hundreds, easily raked in five times there take home per day, minimum.. frankly i cant the blame them... good lord they were hideous..
I saw you morph to a butterfly.
An aristocrat of a lover's lie.
The innocence you doth carried,
For sorrow and carnage were married.
Eerie follies of moments never forgotten
And crescents of emotions left to be rotten.
Are you the pinnacle of my hopeful calling?
For your sought for help seems to be stalling.
The never-ending solstice you’ve achieved,
Threw you down the spiral you had grieved.
Embracing the thought I’d never chanced to ponder,
That this underlying mask forces you to wander.
The unfeeling shadows you’re told to ignore,
Crawls up your spine to a hallowed, soulless core.
Fearful drops fall from thy kindred eye,
Symbolizing the youthful spirit you deny.
This reflector placed upon the wall,
Displays an astonishing being to ever sprawl.
Hello freed caterpillar of the strange.
I watched you change.
The Abortion
Morning broke in the Sea of Japan
the rainbow was off-colour
A day was born.
Incomprehensible
thought it had power
to charm us
When it was a reflector of the weather.
The rainbow couldn´t hang there
but it was erased by an invisible hand.
the day aborted
into hate and ignorance.
She was in hospital
there was nothing he could do.
The night was bleak.
The desire to serve
Noble yet ego present
For feel good factor
Love is compassion
A truth we do not deny
If intent be pure
Purity is void
Presence identityless
A humble conduit
Moon a reflector
Has beauty beyond measure
Lifeless without sun
Let us be watchful
Lest we fall in the abyss
Of dark delusion
Ego relentless
Yet it dies in an instant
If we embrace love
04-October-2020
Reflector not the doer
thus with this recognition
flows gently in quiet surrender
in a continuum of prayerful meditation
Stupor yet interrupts pure loving intent
hypnotic trance of ego origin
if our fulcrum be content
we be in bliss ignition
Recalibrating instinct
feasible solely by grace
for making of ferality extinct
requires assimilation at an easy pace
02-October-2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R8nJSe8Jb0
A speck on the glass a reflection of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still and so brand new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light, refracted conduit
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .
In truth no desire to serve
Though any doing is with verve
Yet if the need arises
As and when empathy rises
From the domain of oneness
Universal consciousness
We hasten to respond
Being free of narrow bonds
Thus with a ready embrace
Face to face
Act as a transmitter
Or rather as a reflector
Of the pulse divine
With which we align
In continuance
23-August-2020
The name that we may not label
Magnetism rising and yet stable
Dreams relived in blissful reality
Ecstasy multiplied in continuity
Love core of the divine essence
Accessible in ease by innocence
All we need to do is cease to size
Trustingly embracing the surprise
As waves of bliss nodes empower
In trust imbibing the bliss shower
Radiating from within into space
Infinite is the power of His grace
We within form a humble receptor
Of the light divine are a reflector
Until in as at a time as ordained
We merge into The light unstained
08-August-2020
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