Rest worthy hermit, betwixt bliss beat’s blink,
poised as we are, awareness self-aware,
no goals to pursue, no objects to link
and thus this world of names and forms outstare.
Just as the vast sky is by no hand steered,
we too remain, a pulsating heartbeat,
who has by free will, in form here appeared,
watching how polarities meet and greet.
The witness who watches is the ego,
creating a subject and an object,
a retrograde step, which we must let go,
to reclaim rapture that rises unchecked.
Impulse of heart is translated by mind ~
Caught in its web, the spider’s in a bind
If beauty is the reason we love, then tell me
How do the blind fall in love?
What value is fair skin when the heart knows no kindness?
If mirrors reveal who we are, why do they never show our fears, our courage, our grace?
If black skin we question a lot, tell me what do you think about Black Panther?
If chubbiness is the reason for rejection, the tell me why you find elephants endearing?
If white is the colour of beauty,
Why is the birthplace of love, the heart, red in every body?
If face is what makes us stay, Why do we miss the dead?
I call them fool when they see beauty from their weak eyes,
I call them wise when they seek goodness in the soul,
I call a palace, a stone when no love makes it whole,
I call them blind, when they praise butterflies and shoo cockroches,
I call them racist, when they call white, pretty,
I call them patients, when they obese others,
I call them mad, when they joke about disabilities.
I call them human, Because we all judge too quickly.
So spake simple Simon
On a breezy summer day,
Watch and wait a gust of wind
With tune of lute afar away.
And don’t despair a bud’s decay
But welcome dandelion fuzz.
Bid your eyes to busy bee,
Hear him join the song a-buzz.
Pink and purple petals cause
A subtle and polite milieu,
For summer’s simple day of song,
First dawn then day and then ensue.
Simple Simon speaks softly.
“I name the clouds
and stick my boots in puddles
that give back to the sky.
On the dirt road to visit my father,
I pet the old dogs with floppy ears.
Like the ones Lucky had.
When the clouds clear,
light finds me,
and I pass it along.
Then I may play again.”
He smiles.
So Spake Simple Simon only in kindness.
So Spake simple Simon
So spake Simon with a steady, tender voice
A tiny sprinkle of kindness can heal a mountain of wounds
With dust of sympathy we ease the sorrow of the weary and weak
We look at spirit, not at form
Our touch of love and empathy removes the fear of night
We reflect God’s love and light to all
God’s gift to the broken soul is this:
To stitch the deepest wound with a kind heart
‘Tis the path we choose, the path we conform each day
In simple deeds we show what love can say
Folk say I'm simple, it's a fallacy
I am comprehensive, absolutely
Here I stand before you, to tell the truth
I'm simply enjoying days of my youth.
Schooling excites me, there's so much to learn
Adventures in the future, them I yearn
Till then I absorb everything I'm taught
And enjoy the variety of sports.
We are a family of five in all
One son and two daughters, having a ball
I look out for my siblings, see them safe
Kept from all harm, with protection in place.
My aim is to make my Mar and Par proud
My love for them I avow and shout loud
I am honoured to belong in their nest
They're simply the sweetest, fabulous best.
So Spake Simple Simon
Simon spake simple things we all confuse
Simon spake we must be baptized
Simon spake we must repent
Simon spake we must turn away from sin
Simon spake we must live like Christ
Simon spoke a different Simon.
Simon spoke that we don't need to be baptized to be saved
yet it is the only thing that will save us
Simon spake of false prophets
Simon spake of false teachers
Simon spake of Jesus
Simon spake of salvation
Simple Simon said,
I neither say nor see rudeness,
But yet you think me to be crude.
Simple Simon said,
I am designed to rise above,
But never to dive and sink below.
Simple Simon said,
Direct me to the path of purity
And we will pursue it hand in hand.
So spake Simple Simon.
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
The self-whirling storm blows
in the wilderness of the deserted lives.
Unaware of the niche of bliss nestling in my heart,
I fail to discover the oasis of the gentle ambiance,
not until in the debris of the wrecked lives
I touch their spirit with gentle caress of kindness.
I travel unshackled out of the despair dungeon
through the consciousness layers,
perceive in the soul the flush of divine beacon,
illumining the corridor to the abode of bliss.
The door of the inner sanctum then opens,
where the lotus blooms with heavenly sheen.
The soul shines with astral radiance of deep space
with the flaring brilliance of God’s light of love.
The reservoir of generous humane feelings I empty
from the cornucopia of my soul with the grace of God,
assuage the pain of those hurt under the fallen sky,
convey His eternal blessings of sanguine solace
to kindle hope in the dark abyss of anguished hearts
Line of inquiry
We look at spirit not at form
Our Touch is gentle kind and warm
We but reflect Gods love and light
Tis the path to which we conform
To walk with Him each day anew
To hear His words in heart each day
Reminds me of the morning dew
Then shows me all He will display
To hear His words in heart each day
The Wisdom in my life He speaks
Then shows me all He will display
Explains to me our path He tweaks
The wisdom in my life He speaks
Now shows the way to go in life
Explains to me our path He tweaks
To avoid unneeded toil and strife
Now shown the way to go in life
I've decided to follow Him
To avoid unneeded toil and strife
To prune my life oh yes to trim
I've decided to follow Him
Investment in eternity
To prune my life oh yes to trim
Now gives me so much serenity
Investment in eternity
Reminds me of the morning dew
Now gives me so much serenity
To walk with Him each day anew
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform” - Unseeking Seeker
Bliss we find on the path we’re on,
for spirit has become our guide.
Since God became our liaison,
free of pride, we are open-eyed.
Since thoughtfulness to all we show,
bliss we find on the path we’re on,
and we are engulfed in the glow
of a wonderfully bright dawn.
It’s to light and love we are drawn,
reflecting these in all we do.
Bliss we found on the path we’re on,
and more than lovely is the view.
We glide with grace in God’s embrace
with inner beauty of a swan,
our mindset in a peaceful space.
Bliss we find on the path we’re on.
“A brownie or broonie (Scots), also known as a brùnaidh or gruagach (Scottish Gaelic), is a household spirit or hobgoblin from Scottish folklore that is said to come out at night while the owners of the house are asleep and perform various chores and farming tasks.” ~ Wikipedia
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
So, sing the lively Brownies
in the mists of Scottish Lorne,
and to the mists of other townies,
traveling in wee hours of the morn,
lightening good people’s burdens
with unselfish, friendly deeds
in their kitchens and their gardens,
thinking of their neighbor’s needs.
Though in life, we get so very tired,
by wee Brownies, can we be inspired?
So Spake Simple Simon
Is it right and proper to treat us fools so bad?
We are but simple souls, not completely mad.
This world is but a complex place full of traps and snares
That can catch us all out if we’re taken unawares
Even Kings and courtiers find themselves caught out
So, what chance do we have who know next to nought
We are so often laughed at as we try to understand
Why it is that others have all the wealth and land
And when we ask for twopence for to buy some food
We are told we’re stupid and we’re not doing any good
And when we would go fishing so very far from sea
We practice in a bucket. It made such sense to me
And as for seeking plums for to make some jam
Whilst I was a searching, I was chased by a ram
That landed me in thistles; not pleasant you’ll agree
All that was in the larder was dry bread for my tea.
I could go on for ever about injustice and ill use
How those who care not for others avoid the truth
Who only see the world through their selfish eyes
People who are less fortunate are those they despise.
Line Of Inquiry
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform.”
As Simple Simon lacked good sense
Knew not the value of his pence
In earning his prize
Did not realize
To earn something, work must commence.
In us God has placed our dear Soul
We must feed it well as our goal
It starves until Love
Faith, Hope, from above
Completes us as His sacred whole.
We're given a Soul to employ
The value of work to enjoy
The gifts of our life
Both lacking and rife
In God's eyes, a feat of true joy.
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Our corporal body is only an outer husk,
Which we leave behind in life’s dusk.
But a fragment of the divine in every chest
Dwells, that no force on earth can bust.
It can kindle each being like a lamp,
Even when we wander aimless like a tramp,
Throwing light in the dark, showing us our way,
Guiding and forbidding us from going astray.
This spark from the divine may lie covered in ash.
But it can be fanned into flame and can flash.
In life’s ups and downs, in moments dark and bright,
We feel the throb of life inside, a flash of light.
God’s love and light alone can make us whole,
And even after our death, we live in our soul.
Reflect God’s love, it will our lives transform
To His divine mercy, let our lives conform-
......So spake simple Simon
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