Poetry
I want to see my mother
I want to bury my head in her lap, and cry, cry, cry away the years.
I want her to stroke my face and hair and hum gently to me,
As all the years of anger, pain and fear dissolve.
I want to cry a river; I want to cry a river.
I want to cry a river that I can float away on, propelled by its motion.
Hearing its crackle and bubble.
Feeling its strength moving me on to a new destination.
To tumble into grassy green meadow, as it spits me free to view the rolling hills.
I lie in its luxury with buttercups higher than my head,
Watching the clouds
skim through yellow petals.
I want to feel, the damp warm earth, and smell its musky perfume.
Warmed and cradled in her bosom by the sun, my tresses blended with the flowers.
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I carry the pure heart,
Even unto death and beyond death.
Many incarnations I have carried that heart, to live yet again.
Even though it be imprisoned, rejected or abused,
Nothing can touch its purity.
It remains safely with the father for all time.
It lives within the flower of life itself.
And the words of my poem,” Speak ye to my heart” come often to
me.
“Speak of the child I would hold in my arms,
Speak of the dance I would dance,
Naked to you should by chance my courage for life rekindles.
Speak it tender,
Never in anger,
That my heart should want to be the person I am
Speak so I remember of truth so tender.”
And as I hold the child in my arms
I remember that I am to be both mother and child.
Keeper of the pure heart and all the mysteries it holds.
The first beating heart,
A beat away from God.
His first beat, his first creation.
The tenderly beating heart,
Born at mans inception prior to the existence of darkness.
Born in pure light still emanating its rays to mankind.
The heart of the saints and martyrs.
The heart of Christ,
The original first born.
Before Satan, before Lucifer before the angels.
A light to come into the world
An emanation so strong it will bring peace to mankind.
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Let me feel thy heavens kiss upon my brow,
waking me from slumber
stroking my folds in perfection of earth.
My mantle divested I am all but in completion.
I am set vibration in fields unseen
Connecting with the universe in perfect attunement.
The life force increases, pulsating.
I am watching myself
How can I be outside
How can I be inside
The melodies of vibration dissolve the boundaries
of the physical.
Buddha hovers above my nakedness
My Astral body parting
To open the red sea.
Was illusion.
Inside the kernel I am there
Childlike small and bare.
Such simplicity in folds of glory
Exposed now really here.
I curl in a womb like ball ready to backtrack my existence.
To feel the softly new waters
Inside the womb of posterity.
And I unrivalled to become once again present.
My journey of an earthly union and how I first began
Expecting the lover to come.
No body he wears as yet.
I cannot see him he is hidden.
He simply kisses my brow.
I wait for the remembrance of past adjoining incomplete
Yearning for the bliss of shared union.
The touch of the beloved can be felt
Only by the soul.
Shared misgivings die.
I yearn for nothing now
only blissful moments of union with my soul.
The body, it complains of my vanities
I would make it strong and true to you
My Beloved.
What is it that I must do.
Pray
Pray a prayer of absolution.
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I could sleep now surrounded by this beauty
And wish not to wake but be free of this body,
To blend myself back into nature
To be free in the wind of the mountains
To whisper to all who would listen
And sing the song of centuries
To sing the song every singer who has ever sung, with depth and breath and
freedom.
The song of life itself,
Blowing in every breeze.
Laughingly lapping on every wave,
Every ripple that sparkles and crackles on the sea shore.
I kiss the birth of every child that comes forth
And is held with delight by the wondrous midwife,
Handing her bundle to mother.
I am the mother that holds that child,
In the arms of the body I am wrapped in.
I am the tree of life,
The root and the source of itself.
I give I live, oh happiness sublime.
I am the on which you build
I am the volcanoes fire, my glorious expression.
I am the sun and the stars and empty spaces.
All these I am.
This body and its little ills I am not.
Release me yet a while to remember,
Release me and earth fades away, it is no more.
Just a gap in time waiting for a thought.
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In time everything is happening at one time.
Linear time is merely the heartbeat of the beating heart,
Measured to know the heart is alive.
One note heard in all things,
The note of consciousness,
The beat of the heart.
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How many times do we get eaten up
by a situation or a person.
How many times does information take us in?
Or we are taken in by another only to find us distressed
and spat out later.
Finally after re orientation from the experience we find we are
Re- born a different person, wiser and more experienced.
If we learnt and understood the lesson.
I came across a beautiful statue of the Indian Goddess Durger.
She was sat on the back of a lion.
She had ten hands. In seven of them she held a weapon of war;
in the eighth she held a gift.
The remaining two hands were folded gently in her lap.
She represents the Goddess of rebirth, a spiritual warrior.
Remember her.
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For My Children
Know that I love you
And when I leave this life my love will remain.
Know that you are children of love
and my spirit remains with you.
Eternal, unchanging, undying,
pure in it’s essence, strong at the source.
I come from the father that sent me and you.
Know who I am and my message.
Desire not earthly signs but be strong
in the knowledge of my love.
I love you all and remain in your hearts.
Look for me there.
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I am in all time and all places.
The heart of hearts
Most beloved.
I am there as angle to minister to you,
To guide and guard you.
I am there as essence of your heart.
One and the same,
We are of God
Crafted into humanity for a moment
But we are there for all time.
We are the vastness of the universe
The sun the stars the moon.
We are in all things and all places.
Pervading our consciousness into all that is.
A single spark that lit the eternal flame of brilliance.
We are one essence
The divine.
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There are many aspects of me.
Children of my heart, if not of my loins.
I am blessed by your presence and you courage
to be present in these turbulent times.
You blessed children of change.
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I see God and his angles upholding me.
Preparing me in Robes
As I wait to descend into form.
Waiting to come here to you.
I put down the orb and the sceptre
A simple bunch of Lilies
I will hold in my arm.
My Royalty of earthliness.
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Healing comes from love.
Healing involves looking.
Healing involves finding.
Healing involves retrieving
And looking intensely into the brilliance of your own soul,
And seeing the beauty beyond truth.
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Teaching 1990
How can we fail in our search for the truth?
Perfection is a hard goal and we stress ourselves
with unobtainable and exacting demands.
We are not perfect
But loving accepting beings who try.
Show me a man who has all the noble qualities
And I'll show you many more who became inaccessible
through trying.
Let life flow,
Know and be yourself, this is important for you.
You will learn much more if you follow
your instinct guided by your heart.
The wise heart knows much, sees much, and says little.
Do not criticize your neighbour, should you be criticized.
Do not show displays of knowledge, should your vanity rise.
Heed the quiet voice within, the one that says see here or look there.
The wise man can learn from the fool.
Thou shalt and shalt not is an outdated mode.
You
have enough conscience to see for yourselves.
There is no more need for conflict over the rules
if every man acknowledges their own personal truth
And can live with the knowledge that everyman is
entitled to this.
Stand side by side with your fellow man.
Neither to the front or the rear
Above or below.
We are equal, we all matter.
Choose the simple path and a wise philosophy.
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I have to walk with man,
Yet I would walk with the Angles.
I have to talk with man,
His talk eliminates the voice I would hear.
It’s so different this dream world called earth,
I wish I could wake and find myself home.
At peace.
To rest in myself to be who I am.
The strain of this place,
The stress of this place, my head it aches
with all its noise,
with the disconnectedness of it all.
And I deny myself to be part of it,
Not adhering to my nature.
And in the odd moment I remember who I am.
My headache goes I am home.
I am with love.
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Seek only that which is within.
Do not follow blindly any doctrine or
information of combined influences.
Seek where the heart lies.
Breathe life into still waters - Let flow.
Free yourself from attachments
negative influences
and karmic situations.
Draw peace and understanding to you
Follow your own guidance. Wise
decisions have to be made.
I am ever present in that which
is seen and unseen.
My presence is felt eternally
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Craggy recesses of light and shade.
River of life’s emotions,
All of all encompassed in the face of the master.
Earth set in heaven, the face of life.
The Synchronicity of all, worn as a projection, a facet.
Moon and earth, the face of man, the face of God.
The eye, the window of earth's life reflections.
Man’s vision, man’s creation.
Structure,
Man showing off his abilities,
Building on rock, reaching for the sky.
Many windows from which to see out into the world
From under life’s umbrella.
Generator of the business-world of life,
World’s resources, world’s riches, world’s power.
Trying to assert itself with flesh.
Searching for its wisdom.
Wearing many hats, many guises.
Trying to perfect itself.
And my ship is blown,
Through the naked winds of destiny to face it all.
The face of the master shinning through the assault on my physic.
The winds of deceit, fuelled by the winds of desire
With hope for the winds of change.
And as I sought for silence,
Flashes of the past flew by me, intruding on my now.
As in the moment of death with life flashing by;
Looking from my mastery.
Death oh death so long,
And life, oh life so short.
Yet I have not known you.
And do I fear the unknown
When it is ever known to myself,
All of my life feeling my death.
My oneness my blending, no more the I
But totality of all.
The transient form I hold,
shaking in its temporary fragility.
And that oneness and permanence without form.
My vastness frightens me,
Shaking my form again.
Blending all uncertainty.
Placed in this world,
I am my home.
Without home.
Yet in this beauty sadness,
Born of man’s discontent.
My discontent at imperfection.
Yet perfection personified.
Reference Painting: In the Face of the Master
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As the sun sets into a golden glow at the end of the
day
So the sun will set into its goldenness at the end of your life.
It is the invisible hand that steers and guides the ship you sail through life.
Know you are truly unshakable.
Reference Painting: After the Acropolis the Master makes his Escape
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Jack de Molay
You sat there
In your prison cell.
Your head in your hands.
Wondering where your soul had gone.
After all you endured.
Enlightenment, yea no.
A bitter blow to life’s restitution.
Aged and weary
Waiting for the coming
Looking ahead to a distant time.
Can you see me there,
or is it a mere prayer of hope.
Where did your soul go to.
Into another.
It came to me your own true lover.
I keep you safe and now return you home.
The pain I feel and the distress of all that gone.
But as I come and regain my vision
I will return to you that which belonged.
Averill
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