Category: Mysticism

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

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

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

But we do not need to validate

Embrace of the unreal is unnecessary

Entertaining separation lacks value

Because separation values only lack

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

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

Tenderest child of tenderest mother,

Holy Master who came to earth

Christ demonstrated our True Nature

Wisest of teachers since his birth


—-

Sing of Jesus, Son of Mary

Wandering in Nazareth

Waking us up to the Oneness in us

Fearless he was, of even death

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


Glory be to the Creator,

Glory be to the Holy Son,

Glory be to the Holy Spirit,

Glory to all—we are all One.

Gratitude for Blessed Mary

Gratitude for what is True

Gratitude for every lesson

Gratitude for me and you

—–

Shedding Layers

To participate in dogma

Is to be heavy and restrictive

A winter parka

wrapped in a weighted blanket

We are a cosmic undertaking

A testimony to the Creator

We flow freely in the breeze

Like a creature of flight

The burden of life in 3D

Becomes the only reality we recall

To conceptualize the Truth

Is an absurdity of controversy

To create is to nurture the soul

To conform is to drain it

Surrender to remember

And we realign again

Our inner guidance is universal

A divine right of royalty

The king and queendom of God

Is a flash in every soul

Remember yourself

The whole of your being

lift your blanket; remove your coat

Feel the breeze of the Real Way

Limitless Artistry

Ivory hands caress the soil

With tenderness and femininity

Co-authoring the scenery of life

What blooms later sustains us

Jet black corkscrews wrapped in satin

Razor blades and a steady grip

Restoring confidence in the despondent

Embracing the exterior pulchritude

Words with the weight of a roaring sea

Mightily cast to millions of devotees

Inspiring one foot in front of the other

Teaching us of our particularity

Jocularly observant and ironic

Droplets descending down the cheek

Jovial pains wildly shake the belly

As laughter delights in the present

Imagination alters the once barren landscape

Reaching skyward beyond the treetops

Beaming edifices boldly towering

Supplying shelter to embodied spirits

To each their own kind

But every kind essential

Not a solitary soul misplaced

Each one purposeful and enriching