Tag: Mysticism

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

Didymus

Didymus

Fearful wanderers

Dreading solitude

But somehow yearning for it

The universe had stamped us

With the eternal burden of empathy

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A sense of purpose

Created a sense of alienation

Another swain that drained the cup

And left us with jaded hearts

Blessed unions did not exist

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A restored faith

Opened the eyes of our hearts

When serendipitous moments

Created spiritual ecstasy

And for once unfiltered freedom

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Healing of ourselves

Spanned across generations

And so did the spark

That kept us strong

The fire of the selfsame field

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Each time we wandered back

We expanded in space and time

Sometimes we were broken

And other times we dissipated

But now we are everything

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The wounds healed quicker

And the mission grew stronger

As life became fantastical

And drew reality into the surreal

Our energies channeled as one

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Existence is twofold

The masculine and the feminine

Before, present, and after

We will search until success

Because together we are whole

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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.