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Beautiful Mirrors

Mirror mirrors show me mine, 
reflect to me the pure divine~

If my view of you is clouded and dim, 
I have thrown myself on the altar of sin~

If I perceive in your heart only darkness and death, 
I have stolen the fragrance of Spirit’s sweet breath~

If beauty be seen and echoed through you, 
my healing is sure and my vision so true~

If you unfold yourself and are open to me, 
I will not mirror your lies or the guilt that you see~

If your mind filters not the depth of my story, 
you will fall in my eyes and at once know your glory~

You will see the true purpose for the seeds you have sown~
You will witness the Divine in my eyes as your own~

How could I not know you, for I now see you clearly~?
How could I not hold you and love you so dearly~?

The illusion of borders between you and I 
is the reason, the cause, and the root of the lie~

Copyright © Satprem 2015

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Beyond Time and Space

This mysterious, magical manifestation
with its constantly changing, evolving creation,
rests not for one moment in its fluid vibration
and all answers are found in the question’s negation~

With no effort or movement, no searching or goal,
when we see beyond form with the eyes of the soul,
the facade falls away and with it, control
and the you that seemed separate, at once is made whole~

With no reason for joy, one is still overjoyed,
when the “natural state” in seen and employed.
Whilst seeking your purpose the “you” is destroyed,
as the seeker and sought collide in the void~

When all that seems real dissolves into place
and the formless abyss steals your name and your face,
your inner eye opens to the *One* seamless grace
and you rest in the clearing beyond time and space~

Satprem

Copyright © 2012

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Magic Now

Skirting the vast edges of my reality, 
wavering between creature and Creator~ 
A single choice is all there is~ 

Future is a thought, past is a thought, 
now is all there is~ 

Moments slip into moments slip into moments… 
Pure Awareness in all there is~

Viewing bubbles of consciousness from my own little bubble,
contained and refraining from touching your light~

Afraid to own the fact that I am you as your eyes reflect the
innocence that is our bond and birthright~

An empty canvas awaits this masterful stroke, hues of grace~ 
Painting grace from the vantage point of “I”~

What immaculate perception, nothing less than pure magic~

My wizard’s staff glows brightly, 
shedding light on all that lay motionless 
and dark on this, the night of my return to you~ 

Power ripples from my being and reverberates to touch 
all I have made real Now~

Alas, I have returned home to receive my inheritance~
Accepting the Divinity that is “I”, in place of a thorny crown 
that was once wore so well~

Copyright © Satprem 2015

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Dust To Dust

Act One scene one, the curtain drawn,
before the players cross the stage~
A silent script and program gone,
this mute perception to engage~

Fallible form and fancied function,
athwart the stage they come and go~
Delightful dance of grand conjunction,
perfect parts within the show~

Audience to this human plight
and resting in the arms of trust~
See the play with inner sight, 
all temporal forms return to dust~

Satprem~

Copyright © 2015

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The Last Dance

As the belief systems implode upon themselves, 
as the identities crash to their foundations… I am emptied~

The dark night has, as always, been the creatrix of awakenings~ 
Death has once again birthed a formless form, an energy spin~

I am the ashes upon the altar of the beloved~
I am the chaos which consummates completion~ 
I am the beginning and the end and all that lay between~

The spiral dance weaves not for completion, 
spins eternity’s web of seeming life and death~ 

Always coming home, always home…all ways, 
even as the trickster comes to sup~
To serve empty eternal promises and presumptive peace~

Presence offers moments of elusive rest between the harsh 
breaths of this mortal majesty~

Divine feminine and Holy masculine, united, bound, bonded, 
joined as one… paired for the last dance…omega~

Nowhere, Now Here to go.. I go, never having left… 
Nothing, No Thing to do, I remain beyond loss and gain~ 

Be… I Am~

Satprem~
Copyright © 2015

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Within Your Heart

I look upon creation’s song,
cast aside the right and wrong,
immerse myself within the throng,
forgive the thought, “I don’t belong”~

Everywhere I gaze, I see,
myself within humanity~
Billions of faces, all are me,
I cannot be apart from thee~

As I forgive the myth of sin,
I see the light of love within~
As I see nothing to atone,
I can embrace you as my own~

With this view the truth reveals,
in this Love the whole world heals~
With this sight I fall apart,
and find myself within your heart~

Copyright © Satprem 2012

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Human Hearts

If you could see yourself as I see you, whole, unique and divine, 
if I could mirror to you, your innocence then surely you would find, 
the guilt that you have held so near, the lies that you have sought to hear, 
the things that brought you so much fear, would in This Moment…disappear~

I see in you the true and wise, as I have pierced your thin disguise, 
I understand and recognize, my own perfection in your eyes~

I am here for you to see, to show you the insanity, 
of separate selves that long to be, in love with their humanity~

Take this moment and make a goal, see a divided world as whole~ 
To tear the walls of pain apart, reach and touch a human heart~

Copyright © Satprem 2015

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Gray Image

Not satisfied with who you see, 
the mirrored image lies to thee~

Compared in thought your mind projects, 
sifts and strains, retains, rejects~

Computerized and digitized 
original sin is realized~

Guilt creeps in and steals from you, 
your child’s eyes and faith so true~

Wondrous world of innocence, 
dies in right and wrong’s defense~

Purpose lost, you cling and hold, 
reshape your clay to fit the mold~

No longer satisfied with you, 
seek what you deem is right and true~

Your mind projects divinity, 
and buries your humanity~

Imprisoned in a fortress strong, 
gray and dim your child’s song~

Color and light, all but gone and 
death becomes your wishful dawn~

Copyright © Satprem 2012

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Why Am I Crying

I cry at the pain and intolerance I see~
I cry because I Know you are me~

I cry when you mourn as I have mourned too~
I cry when I forget that I am just you~

I cry at the joyful smile of a child~
I cry at the captive released to the wild~

I cry when I can’t make it better for you~
I cry at the lies that this world has made true~

I cry at starvation and war and in pain~
I cry as I dance in the warm summer’s rain~

I cry as you hold your child so close to thee~
I cry because my child was taken from me~

I cry for your loss and your deepest fears~
I cry till I feel like I have no more tears~

I cry for your pain and for All the rest~
I cry because my life is so blessed~

Satprem~&~Edwin
Copyright © 2015

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Just In Case

If you ever you forget that you’re already whole,
I’ll gift you these words, the breath of my soul~

Just in case you woke up to thoughts filled with fear,
I'll be here to love you till your vision is clear~

Perhaps my Love, if your image is blurred,
just perhaps I can clear the view that’s obscured~

If by chance, you open yourself unto me,
I will show you the truth of your own purity~

I'd be honored to mirror your own sacred light, 
which sometimes gets hidden from your inner sight~

It’s a gift for me to hold your heart dearly, 
until you begin to see yourself clearly~

There is nothing on Earth that I’d rather do 
than to love you enough until you can love you~

Copyright © Satprem 2015