The Human Experience is beyond difficult,
Of the utmost difficulty.
Connect or be doomed to isolation, which is of benefit but never permanent.
Experience vulnerability or live in coldness and hardened spirit, both with happen.
We have no choice in nor can escape from participating in community.
There is no community without variables and under layers.
Factors, angles or fractions of each other, mirrored but in no way the same.
Small pieces gliding, overlapping, gravitation away then returning.
An endless loop of beautifully terrible divine fabrics, of time and space, weaving, ripping apart and reuniting.
The lenses shift from rose to apocalyptic, the human physical plane a combination of...
But with Hope as the driver,
We yearn for a balanced vision through sight.
the soul that fell
must cleanse its heart
before reuniting with source
recognising all as one and none apart
just as dawn’s first light is clearly beheld
awakening too must be free from fear
with all ego spawned desires ended
whence light of God draws near
mindfulness is the key
breath by breath self-aware
remaining in a stillness continuum
seeing ego spawned thoughts as a snare
save obliterating ego there seems no way
living out our earth life in total surrender
radiating the effervescence of love
felt as soundless bliss thunder
“Know all instruments of perception to be like ethereal space. Know all objects of perception to be like ethereal space. Know this pure One as neither bound nor free. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
To play a game, we frame some rules,
which repeated practice then schools
but in truth we are always free,
when we see bondage is for fools.
Our luminous Self is carefree,
yet dons form for a jamboree,
in the matrix of time and space,
as a leaf bound to the mind tree.
Our origin we may retrace,
in tranquil silence, by God’s grace,
to whose presence we are threaded,
known when we slow down our thoughts pace.
Oh hermit, where are we headed,
amidst demons who are dreaded,
as dream forms we have created,
to whom we seem to be wedded?
When we wake up, as is fated,
all darkness is decimated,
whence on reuniting with source,
our freedom is celebrated.
Ceasing striving, using no force,
we can choose to shift our life’s course,
by power of bilocation,
when ego cravings we divorce.
In rippleless meditation,
in the vast void of cessation,
animating our attention,
we entwine with God’s creation.
Staid
silence
cajoles us
to animate
the undercurrents
of ever present bliss,
by invoking pure intent,
that by softening attention,
ego fades and magnetism pulsates,
reuniting our presence with the source.
The truth of God is for heart to reclaim,
here and now without applying force,
simply by slowing speed of thought,
that befriending the dark void,
our soul is touched by grace,
which then so transforms
our consciousness
from within
with His
love.
My beautiful wife and friend,
I’m in wonder to see the new paths paved for each of our way.
Each chapter beholding,
each journey unfolding.
Uncharted.
scary.
exhilarating.
Safe…….
The gentle feeling of calm…..
A touch of familiar.
Breathe…
Exhale purging shadows.
Inhaling hope, in radiant hue.
Absorbing every lyrical note,
released from each our lips vaults.
True.
Raw.
Authentic.
In tender surrender.
rhythmic drumming of our souls reuniting.
Dancing.
Entwining.
Balance…..
My heart echoes loudly,
To me, you feel like home.
Xx
An angel is born,
reuniting families once torn, they race
atmosphere smiles, joy fills every space
a new chapter unfolds, a healing trace
vocation grows, an everlasting chase
love sprouting, life's bonds laced
together they celebrate a healing trace,
a new chapter unfolded, of angel's arrival
of a baby born, as December unveils.
dream filled christmas place
reuniting with loved ones
warmth of spirit's joy
My friend
My friend
where did you go
And how long
Have i been gone
where is the friend
Once i have known
The one that showed me
A friendship so strong
He opened his arms
His heart and his home
He was always there
To keep me from wrong
For years and years
I searched and i rome
Hunting for the friendship
Oh that i for long
lost now and all alone
No longer am I headstrong
Oh please my friend
I can no longer go on
Without you my friend
I just don't belong
We must rebuild unbreak
and rebend
The unbreakable Bond
Between two friends
This is my plea to make admends
Help me regain
The strength you infringed
In my heart and my soul
Help me refill the big gaping hole
So I may finally be once again whole
In your heart
Is where I belong
My friend
My friend
The memories still simmer
My friend
My friend
Do you remember
The Friend in Me
Once you have known
In days of yore
All it took was war
to unite us
Think that’s no more?
Let war come ashore
we’ll shake off the rust
A plane is soaring overhead
Against a bright blue sky.
I wonder who the people are
Who chose this day to fly?
Some relatives about to land
In time to share a meal,
On this eve before a holiday
Both somber and surreal?
Or some business folk returning home
From meetings out-of-town,
Reuniting with their families,
Looking just to settle down?
Or some tourists on a long-planned trip
To take in New York’s sights?
Or the crew and pilots, needing to
Unwind from all these flights?
I sit here in the yard, relaxed,
And gaze up in the air,
Just grateful that today I’m not
Strapped in a seat, up there.
Randy Ray Rudolph remained reliable
remembering remarkable reservations, undeniable
rapidly retrieving results, reuniting relatives I recall
responsible, respectful, revered and regal overall.
Just before the days advance into the cold snowy winter,
The early sunset colors the skyline in crimson.
I am dreaming of the one whom I loved in the past,
I am hearing the music under which we have danced.
I am dreaming about the youth of yore,
I have dreams of a first love, I am dreaming of her.
I have dreams of the first kiss, and forgotten sweet pain,
Deja vu resurrecting comes back to the heart yet again.
Wild birds are flying south to escape winter's terror,
Cleaving the sky in a flock's wedge, like the tip of an arrow,
And I follow the birds, flying back to my youth,
Reuniting with Spring, leaving the realm of dark truth.
They met in October, Mama and Papa Bear.
We were young, in love, we had no care!
From two dissenting clans, but we did dare….
Dancing in the leaves, reflected Mama Bear.
My clan has never let me back in their Papa said.
He smiled at his cubs and shook his furry head.
Let’s go see them, the twins said to each other.
Reuniting him as soon as they yelled “hello grandmother!”
we are that that bestows
as also that that receives
both complete and incomplete
thus bilocating our consciousness
through waking, dreaming and deep sleep
blossoming slowly and magically, petal by petal
astonished and surprised in childlike wonderment
reuniting imaginary identity with what we eternally are
simply by noiselessly bursting the bubble of ego ignorance
by resting effortlessly in a continuum of thought rested silence
re-cognising the living light of Self pulsating in endless renewal
My unquenchable thirst for returning to my homeland
Reuniting with the sacrosanct sole soul of my source
The thought of the joy of being with the angelic band
Sooth each nerve of my feet and reinforce their cautious course.
My wars, from the time of my entry into this landscape
Have not been for mere laurels, though glory and wisdom won.
Nor from virtuous thoughts, words, and deeds, I tried to escape.
Courage and commitment, in me, like blood and veins are spun.
Gods Zeus, Hermes; goddesses Athena and Calypso
Angels and powers of the galaxies and constellations
All kinetic synergies of the universe, now know
This sage-like postulant's optimism-filled palpitations
Adventurously high is each step of my odyssey.
The Odysseus in me moves me meticulously.
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