Tag: meditations

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

Limitless Artistry

Ivory hands caress the soil

With tenderness and femininity

Co-authoring the scenery of life

What blooms later sustains us

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Jet black corkscrews wrapped in satin

Razor blades and a steady grip

Restoring confidence in the despondent

Embracing the exterior pulchritude

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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

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Jocularly observant and ironic

Droplets descending down the cheek

Jovial pains wildly shake the belly

As laughter delights in the present

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Imagination alters the once barren landscape

Reaching skyward beyond the treetops

Beaming edifices boldly towering

Supplying shelter to embodied spirits

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To each their own kind

But every kind essential

Not a solitary soul misplaced

Each one purposeful and enriching

The eternal hum

Some blessed hearts remind us

In a breathless papyrus whisper

Or in a laud of praise

Even the sanctified itinerary

It simulates the ubiquitous thrumming

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Others remind us in the harvest

With hues of golds and amber

Even the scientist intimates it

When the spark of light surges

And we start at the beginning again

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The tranquility of the stream mirrors it

But so does the crash of the earthquake

It can be heard in a simple cricket trill

And in the surge of the tornado

It is somehow placid but explosive

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Every clangor of a parade

Every thrash in a mosh pit

Every child with a stick

The variations are endless

But they expose the same truth

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It is uncovered in a flower’s bloom

We affirm it in the moon’s rise and fall

The engine that fuels all of us

Denies our self-contained egoism

Constructed or organic; the beat goes on.

Listen

As the warmth rises up in morning glory,

I ponder in quiet curiosity

I ponder like the Mother did

when greeted by the sweet emissary

I plant like a statue and yearn

I wait for heaven to present herself

The course is unknown and winding

In truth it is never-ending

The divine courier places a message in my palm

But the page is nearly blank

Except for a word in bold—

“Listen” She tells me

Listen to the echo of the Great I Am

It subsists in every soul you meet

Every being is a piece of the Infinite Puzzle

And your purpose lies within their words

Every pain, pleasure, insight, and inquiry

All connections with the perceived other

They led you to the present moment

To the most authentic you

Devote yourself to the service of others

For I told you the last shall be first

In time your heart will become cloudless

But first you must listen