Do you know that there is a Ladder to Heaven?
For all to climb, be it man or woman
But we mustn't stop at step seven or eleven
We must go on till we reach our heaven

Many of us want to go to God
But we don't know the truth about our Lord
We just go to a temple, mosque, and church
Instead of going on a quest to search

The first step to God is Belief
For those who don't believe, how can they achieve?
There are some who are atheist or agnostic
A life without faith, they choose to pick

But the ones who believe, they take their first step
The Ladder to Heaven they start to inspect
They know without doubt that God exists
They believe and pray and their belief persists

There is not a day that they don't Pray
With folded hands they go to God and say
Not only to the Lord everything they tell
They also listen to Him, not just ring the bell


The third step on the Ladder is Faith
Without this one cannot reach heaven's gate
Faith is Full Assurance In The Heart
Our journey to God, it helps to start

The fourth step on the Ladder is Hope
Without Hope, how can anyone cope?
Those who believe in God they find
He is there when you reach the end of the rope

And then, the believers in God, they Trust
It is Trust that forms their journey’s ******
Trust is unconditional surrender to God
And always accepting the will of the Lord
After Belief, Prayer,Faith,Hope&Trust
What is it that stands out first?
It is Enthusiasm, that is step six
'Entheos', 'In God,' that gets our problems fixed

Then comes step seven, it's Love for God
We make it a priority, the Love for our Lord
To us, God is not someone who lives far away
Every moment that we live, with us He does stay

It is this Love that makes us seek
Our passion for God makes us climb the peak
Because we want God, we Go on a Quest
And whatever we believed, we put it to test


In our search for God we Contemplate
We spend time in Silence and for God we wait
We don't accept what the scriptures tell
And we find the truth about heaven and hell

Of course, there is Karma and we must do good
As we sow, we reap, we create our own food
But step ten on the Ladder is not to live after we die
But to learn, how to God our Soul must fly

Importance of a Guru is the Ladder's step eleven
For without a Mentor, how can we discover heaven?
A Guru takes us from darkness to light
And to Overcome Ignorance, he helps us fight

As we Overcome Ignorance and discover the myth
We climb step thirteen to Realize the Truth
We realize that we are not the ego, body, and mind
We are the Divine Soul, on realization we find

Realization is not the end of the game
There is a War within that can make us lame
Unless we transcend our enemy – ME
From Mind and Ego, we must be free

Step fifteen on the Ladder is Liberation
Liberation only comes after Realization
Liberation, when alive, is from suffering being free
And from rebirth, to escape and with our Lord to be


The final step on the Ladder to Heaven
Comes after climbing sixteen steps, we reckon
It is Unification of the Divine and our Soul
Which is our life's Ultimate Goal

Climbing this Ladder is the purpose of our life
Not just to live with misery, sorrow, and strife
For those who live on planet earth
They must face suffering birth after birth

Where are you on this Ladder, my dear?
Do you live with faith or do you live with fear?
Have you started on the Ladder to God?
The Ladder to Heaven will make you one with the Lord!

I met a unicorn today;
So dazzling to my eye.
His coat was dark but glowing,
Like twinkled stars in sky.

He held a truth so strong
And a message for the free.
His heart held winds of power;
His eyes held storms of seas.

He spoke of tales of bygone times;
A message from the brave.
He spoke of ones who fought with love
And started a new wave.

He reminded me how love is strong,
And conquers any hate.
He showed me sights of future love
Beyond these heavy gates.

Hold strong, be brave, have power
But love is all you need,
For both the dark and loving light
Need your thoughts to breed.

Don't fight with fear; feed anger,
Instead be the new wave,
Use the strength of light
To let love stand with your brave.

This unicorn, so special,
So strong and so unique.
Time to love this unicorn
And let his darkness speak.

Heather Lea

What is the Soul, have you ever thought?
Or is it a mystery in which you are caught?
We all have a Soul, we seem to know
Let's realize the truth before it is time to go

It is the Soul that makes me live
But, is it the one that makes me forgive?
What is the function of the Soul?
What does it do to make me whole?

Body, mind, heart and Soul
Each has a specific role
The body moves and the mind does think
The heart beats, and the Soul? I blink

I have been taught that the Soul's in me
It makes me who I am meant to be
It is with me when I live, till I die
And then, I am told, it flies in the sky

Where does the Soul go and how? I wonder
It goes to heaven, how? I ponder
Everybody says, “We have a Soul”
To search for it is now my goal

My eyes and nose I can touch and feel
My mind, it wanders, my peace it does steal
Aha! Now I know what my Soul does do
It gives me life, I have got the clue

The Soul is a power that gives me breath
Without the Soul, there would be death
It comes to me just as I am born
And it leaves me when life is gone

Without the Soul, I would be dead
I wouldn't talk, wouldn't eat bread
My Soul is alive in every cell
It makes me pray and ring the bell

The Soul is energy, it gives me power
It makes me grow tall like a tower
But once it leaves, I can't even bend
And my life story comes to an end

What is the Soul? I stopped to think
So many tales that make me blink
The truth by now I am sure I know
It is Divine Life that makes me glow

What is our life's ultimate goal?
To find the truth about the Soul
Before life is over, and it is time to die
We must find the truth, not in ignorance lie

Is my Soul different from yours? I think
I question and try to find the link
Just like there is one power source in my house, I know
That makes both gadgets work and the lights glow

And so, there is just one life source
It appears different, but it is one, of course!
It is energy that creates all life
In me, my parents, my kids, my wife

Not just in human beings it is
In animals and plants, it's also this
It is this Power that makes birds fly
And everything alive on earth and sky

What is this Power, the Soul that we call?
What is this Power that is alive in us all?
To discover the truth about the Soul
Is our life's Ultimate Goal

The Soul is not mortal, it is Divine
It is not yours, it is not mine
It is the Lord that lives in us
To realize this truth, we have missed the bus

We never realize that God's in our heart
He never leaves us, never goes apart
It's strange through life for Him we search
In temple and mosque and in every church

God comes to us just as we are born
He creates life and life goes on
Until the moment that He decides to leave
We are alive, we must believe

He has blessed us with body and mind
But that He's within, we never find
We live in this world, we suffer and cry
Until one day, we finally die

The body of ours returns to dust
But our actions, of course, redeem we must
Therefore, while the body remains on earth
Our mind and ego takes rebirth

As per our Karma we are reborn
The universal law makes the circle go on
Happy or unhappy, it's not by luck
Our life’s circumstances does Karma pluck

And we, like fools, think it is the Soul
That is reborn and pays the toll
Know the Soul is only the power
That gives us life every hour

As long as we live in ignorance, we return
To suffer on earth, turn by turn
Because we think we are the ego and mind
We have to go through the rebirth grind

But once we realize we are the Soul
Not the body and mind as we were told
It is then from this cycle we are free
And with our Lord forever we can be

Then there is no Karma, it is not ME
I am the Soul, now I am free
There is no rebirth, once I know the truth
If only I get to the bottom of the root

At death, I will not return to earth
My mind and ego won't take rebirth
My Soul with God will then unite
And I will become one with the light

But how should I get Liberation?
It is only possible with Realization
I must overcome ignorance of the ego and mind
Then I will be liberated, I will find

It all starts by going on a quest
And putting all my beliefs to test
When I ask and investigate, I then realize
It's when I open my 'real-eyes'

I am the Soul, I can never know
This truth I must realize before I go
After realizing the truth, as a Soul I must live
Not as an ego, that will give and forgive

I am not 'I', this is how we must start
Everything is God, in body, mind and heart
When I live as Divine Energy
It is then from the world I will be free

We think that the Soul is in us
Of course, this is true
But what we don’t know is that it’s all around us
This news is new

We have a Soul, that’s what we’re told
It gives us life and we live
But the truth is we are the Soul
Old lies we must forget and forgive

It is not easy to live as the Soul
For in the body, there is many a hole
These senses are seeking, they desire, they crave
And they take us to our mortal grave

But if we have the Divine grace
That pours its blessings on our earthly face
Then we will live on earth but be free
And when we die, merge with eternity

This is the purpose of man on earth
To escape from death and rebirth
To realize the truth, we are the Soul
And to unite with God, is our Ultimate Goal

whatever you say about me
says something about you too
as
there is little bit of you in me
and
there is little bit of me in you!

Darling, remind me when it was when you began questioning your voice,
When silence became comfortable.
Remind me when it was that you turned the lights off,
Closed the curtains,
Hid your tears and locked your heart in the basement?

Remind me when it was that you began questioning your worth?
When others began holding your sense of self and validation in your hands;
when they turned around, closed the door and took your identity with them.

Darling, remind me when it was that you forgot that you are the Sun?
You are the rumbling thunder and you are the lightning that opens up and lights the sky on fire.

Remind me when it was that you rolled over in your bed and pulled the covers up over your face.
When you thought that darkness had made a home out of you,
When was it that you thought that Love was not strong enough to push through the crack in your window and find its way to you?

When was it that you thought that you were unworthy of being seen?

Darling, let me remind you to stare at your reflection in the mirror,
To stare at all the parts of you that feel that their worth is a question,
That love is a condition.
Let me remind you to place your hands on your heart and
Return.

That you are Love simply because you are here.
Your ability to access this love is your birthright,
Your right to love is inherent.

Let me remind you that you are wrapped within the wings of the earth.
You are eternally held.

For now, know that the world longs to hear your voice, you are ready to share.
The world longs to see your light,
Believe me when I tell you it’s spectacular to see you shine.

This is the table where we break our bread
and all of you are invited
to share the cup of bitterness.

Oh, taste and see how eternity embraces you,
how the broken shards merge together,
we become family again.

You do not ask for glory and give nothing
in return.

Each day after school, and on many off days, I walked to my father's shop and took a fresh loaf of light-brown clay from the back-room. My father uses clay to record accounting information but he always had enough to spare for my needs. After dinner, while the clay was still warm and moist and malleable, I cut a slice about the thickness of my wrist and then kneaded it with a marble roller until I fashioned it into a roughly rectangular tablet the thickness of half my pinky finger and the width and length of a man's face. Sweat rolled down my brow for it was hard work but it was a work of love. I then worked quickly with the stylus to etch my thoughts on the tablet before it hardens.

A thin tablet of clay loses its moisture and malleability much quicker than a thick loaf. That is why I only fashioned another thin tablet after I had finished etching my thoughts on the previous one. Most evenings three tablets sufficed but during rare times I could not find inspiration and I stared with futility at the clay loaf and all I could see was its monolithic lifelessness and inertness.

On other rare evenings I became a geyser erupting with inspiration and I could no longer see an inert loaf of clay in front of me but instead, I could only see it as infinite forms superimposed one on the other and forming its body, and I then cut a slice from its effervescent body and I inhaled deeply from its pungency and consummated our relationship.

I adore the pungent aroma of fresh clay. I have come to associate it with a work of passion in progress. But I also adore, with equal measure, the subtle aroma of clay tablets after they've been sun-baked into a permanent hardness. Each day, before I departed for school, I laid the previous night's tablets on a table in my room and let the sun's searing light, through my west-facing window bare and bright, bake my tablets and give my thoughts permanence. It was during that fateful night, when I let in the moon's milky-white through that same window, that the whispers emanated from within the recesses of the soul. But it is the sun's strong light that baked these eternal whispers onto my clay tablets.