Category: meditations

See Only Love

When we are born, we fall asleep

A dream of forgetting becomes our world

We want to go home and we are lost

We cannot recall our destination

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We create crisis and conflict

And only believe what we see

Swaddled in the doubt of rights and wrongs

Intertwined with the thick and heavy

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A concoction of opinions and teams

A lie of loneliness and reclusiveness

A fear of the deception of death

A conviction for what is unreal

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But we do not need to validate

Embrace of the unreal is unnecessary

Entertaining separation lacks value

Because separation values only lack

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We are made of power and might

We come from the root of Infinite Potency

If we wish to remember who we truly are

We must take back our power

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The dream cannot harm us

In the embrace of the Ultimate Reality

To wake up from the dream

We must see only love

Sing of Mary

This morning I felt called to listen to Marian hymns. One song that I have always loved since childhood was “Sing of Mary” by Roland Palmer (1938). However, as I get older I find myself more and more troubled by the language. The spirit of the hymn is beautiful, but I decided to rewrite it with updated language.

 

Sing of Mary, pure and loving

Gentle mother, evermore

Sing of God’s own Son, ascended

Mary’s Son opened up the door

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Tenderest child of tenderest mother,

Holy Master who came to earth

Christ demonstrated our True Nature

Wisest of teachers since his birth

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Sing of Jesus, Son of Mary

Wandering in Nazareth

Waking us up to the Oneness in us

Fearless he was, of even death

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Constant was the love they showed us

Even when friends had left his side

Teaching us that we are all eternal

Showing us love when crucified

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Glory be to the Creator,

Glory be to the Holy Son,

Glory be to the Holy Spirit,

Glory to all—we are all One.

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Gratitude for Blessed Mary

Gratitude for what is True

Gratitude for every lesson

Gratitude for me and you

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Dark Night of the Soul

Deep in the darkness

your heart may lurk

solitary, frozen, fearful

despair feels somehow restorative

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The fantasies come along

An existence absence of you

The sadness thick; isolation never-ending

Every door on which you knock is closed

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The intensity of the thoughts thicken

You are but a wretched person

You have solely yourself

Insignificant in the universe

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You begin to question

Why did I come

This could not have been a choice

Anything else would have been better

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The ego moves you slow like molasses

You forget who you are

You slip farther away

You feel comfort in the cavern

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The earth shakes; you have hit the bottom

As your body slams onto the earth

A singular thought arises

I do not want to be with myself any more

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Something curious happens

The thought makes you realize

You are not the sum of your experience

Who is “you”? Who is “yourself”?

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An awareness of distinction

Clears your skies of consciousness

The dark sky altered your perception

But abruptly you have shifted

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Grasping the blackness

Amplifies the beauty of the light

One cannot exist without the other

Harmoniousness becomes you

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Your radiant glow spreads

To the totality of what your touch

And your dark night of the soul

Brings others into their beauty

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A blessing in disguise

A deliverance from terror

The experience assists you

And millions will learn from you

Shedding Layers

To participate in dogma

Is to be heavy and restrictive

A winter parka

wrapped in a weighted blanket

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We are a cosmic undertaking

A testimony to the Creator

We flow freely in the breeze

Like a creature of flight

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The burden of life in 3D

Becomes the only reality we recall

To conceptualize the Truth

Is an absurdity of controversy

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To create is to nurture the soul

To conform is to drain it

Surrender to remember

And we realign again

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Our inner guidance is universal

A divine right of royalty

The king and queendom of God

Is a flash in every soul

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Remember yourself

The whole of your being

lift your blanket; remove your coat

Feel the breeze of the Real Way