Though his works may appear as many
His Word is one
The velvet whispers
Come from nOWhere
I have but one desire
To dissolve in this Love
Shine this Light
Like the Son
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
those who Sense god
Cannot help but seek Him,
And those who seek
Cannot help but see Him,
And those who see
Cannot help but be Him,
And those that be
Cannot help but Love.
Till the mortal mind seems be Erased,
And every breath holds the taste
and every look and every embrace
is calling on thy brothers and sisters
for they sense in him what he hath Be;
And in turn they can't help but start to seek,
and they can't help
but begin to see,
and they can't help
but start to be
That which they had
sensed in thee.
For our heart is One
With(in) Heaven,
And we seek that which we are.
For the nature of dreaming is an illusion that must end;
we all must wake up
Again
And again.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
Here is a prayer:
For the fruits of loves labor
To be so sweet and plentiful
Even death is put to shame
For no fear can enter
When hearts are full
And laughing
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
The sweetest of fragrance
Arises effortlessly
From Christs unworldly power
Unleashed
from lips unwoven
And tongue delivered
From senseless senses
To spirits
freedom dancing
To the rhythm
Of the silent God within
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
We are called
To the heights
That Love aspires
And the depths
The soul inspires
Meet me where we are
In eternities embrace
Why wait?
Here is the place
Beyond now
Where God's hidden heart
Is all we see
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
Sorrow awakens
Rubs her crusty eyes
Wishing to drift
Back to sleep
But the sandman
is nowhere to be found.
Slowly Sorrow
sits up
Cracking bones and
dry lips
"How long has it been
Since I laid down to rest?"
She wondered.
One foot on the cold floor
and another follows suit
Desperate shivers flow
gives a jolt a blow
She steps to the sink
porcelain as her skin
Wrinkled hands turn the ****
rusted, so long forgotten
"Isn't their something that is suppose to happen?"
She thought, "do I recall right?"
Then the water slowing began to drip
and she remembered to turn on the light.
She cupped her hands together
to capture just enough drops to
wash the ash off her face
She had forgotten the cold feeling
That comes with waters grace
Splashing the icy liquid
upon her hard sullen face
To wash off the dust and dirt
now thick as a paste
It was The ash from the reapers breath
given home upon Sorrow's cheeks
Yet he had spared her...
Leaving only a memory
She looked in the mirror
As she washed it away
And she saw in her eyes
Lifetimes of pain
From defeat
and loss and grief
From love and
an unforgiven past
Holding her heart for ransom
Hanging from the tree of death
Ripe and ready
to fall at last
She had wished it was just a dream...
Am I remembering correct?
Something happens now?
Then without a beat or breath or blink of the eye
A tear escaped found its way out kissed her lips then fell to her breast
And more to come
She could attest
Their was no choice
There was no rest
No escape.
No power strong enough
to keep her poor heart
from overflowing
Then all at once
a scream came forth
from the depths of her being
Her ears beared witness to a place within her never before heard
a cave so dark And damp and deep
That death himself let it be...
There lived a pain that can only come from A life of truly living
And in that moment of release and touching that place inside
She lit a candle in her heart
And cried and cried and cried
Tortured soul screams out the dark parts of her heart
Her voice and tears give it life
It escapes her lips like a bird leaving its nest and flying
And a great peace came over her
And all at once she realized why
For sorrow did not come so much from the pain she kept hidden
But from all the energy and force and shame that came with suppressing
And she remembered why she had laid down to rest....
It was exaughsting.
So scared of the pain escaping she had slept and slept and slept
But it was not a dream and it would not be put to rest
Her whole life passing
wishing it to all be okay
Maybe if she kept it down it would all go away
But the pain only grew her sorrow cutting deeper
She didn't yet know her pain would be her savior
In the depths of her grief
All that was needed was grieving
Only through freeing the demons
Could come true healing
And once all had been given wings and space to fly
The darkness purged
And a light emerged
To reveal a pure love within her.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
He is the sweet fragrance of a rose,
Smelt everywhere all the time
He is the Jasmine Breath
whose source cannot be found
I was a child...Searching for Him,
searching for this Source...
This intoxicating source of Love
I am pulled inside by its everpresent aroma
I swear this is what Infinity smells like, before it is birthed into form!
I could not find Him,
The source of my drunkenness
So I sat, defeated
With tears of sorrow and longing.
When The drop of love hit the ocean within,
Without warning, I heard a knock at my heart door
When I opened it
He said Hello!
all creation became a reflection
of the Flower of my Longing-
And the Source -
my Self
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
If I see you as needing waking,
Surely I must be asleep
For what is not already
Alive and brimming with Love !
Sure, this world is dead.
It is only god singing now
And I am beginning to suspect
He is the Song
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
I am not here to distract your demons,
Nor can I give you the sweet nectar of Life.
I cannot give you the river of Bliss
that flows through your very own Heart
I am just here, waiting for the Holy One
to turn on the music so we can dance!
Don’t take second hand love
When everything you have ever wanted
Is right there waiting for you to remember
I can’t give you your own soul. I can’t give you anything.
Why tug on rags
Why not come into the fullness of Gods grace?
What can I give you that would be more than a crumb
compared to the treasures of your own heart?
But, I can see you as my Self
And Love you as God
And maybe we can innocently dip a toe in the waters
which long to pull us in DEEP.
For the good of humanity we should just sit here,
laughing all the time.
And we can go to the water,
But let us not cross the stream
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Where are the saints?
Where are the Holy men?
Where are the ones without wanting?
So filled with the unceasing Love of God
They have both His feast and festival
All the time?
Forehead kissing the ground In humble surrender to that which could never be claimed as “mine” or “yours”
but Lives in the land of Beyond
in Graces eternal belonging.
Who forfeit it all
to the ungraspable, unstoppable, uncontrollable Roaring of the
Absolute Unborn Cosmic Form of Love,
that so desires your salvation He destroys you completely so that you may Know Him in Truth and not imagination.
Where are the ones,
Who knocked at the door of their own Heart, and who don’t know whether they were let in, or He was Let out
the ones who have been captured by the Keeper of All Love
who have heard Him whisper inside of them, softly, in the stillness of their Lotus Heart - singing
- I am yours and you are mine -
Leaving behind the question “who’s voice was that? And surrendering their mind and all Brahmas creation at His feet
Finally to roll down the hill laughing as the spark of eternity within dances to a tune that comes from everywhere all at once
Where are the ones so filled with divine rapture, they have entered the Placeless Place of no return and emerged - now - completely submerged - can think of nothing but Him!
The ones who know that we are fed by the sweet Doer of all in our Fasting and when He offers us Dessert! Never taking credit for the Love he offers through us.
The ones who live without shame and let their heart go naked into the Radiant river of love
Where are the ones who’s minds surrendered and hearts thoroughly emptied and plowed
have left the land of desire unmet,
of tug of war with pleasure and pain,
who know the grace of receiving an answer to the defiant longing for the Lord that will take NOTHING less than Him, who have cried the tears that touch Gods heart, and in anguish sung out for MotherFather a sound that echoed so deep within they felt the Holy waking....
who know - through Grace -
the Love that is Divine.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC