Autumn

Yes! Autumn Paints Beauty before our eyes reminding us of the Beauty that lies within the crusty white snow of winter. Only to return in a spectacular radiant Symphony of Spring leading us back to the Solar festive of the lighted way. Where we unite once more at the Wesak & Festival of the Christ. The Seasons create an ebb and flow to our Outward & Inward life.  

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UNWANTED CHILDREN

Unwanted Children
Born Into the Arms of a Punished Life
Where Torture Begets Torture
Pain Begets Pain

Their Only Crime to Come Forth
Into the Womb of Rejection
Unknowingly So

Filled with the Fruit of the Universe
Manifested in the Balance of Their Unwanted Self

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In This Translucent World

In this translucent world

Awakening each day on a cloud

Strolling through a corridor of light

Blending into the Radiant Sun

ALL Suns Unite as One

I dissolve in the Light  

Coalesce with form I emerge

Ready to meet my Day

Human yet Not

As I activate the command station

I feel strained and stretched

Coffee, breakfast, Animal Friends Ground Me

Family, Group, Tasks, and Life ensues

Can you see through me to the infinite?

Can you hear me to the end of the universe?

Can you touch me and move right through me?

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ALL in the ALL

To think that I AM the ALL in the ALL
When it's the ALL in the ALL thinking it

An infinite loop of consciousness
with no beginning and no end

Appearing as individual consciousness
while Being One with ALL individuals

The cause is the effect
and the effect is the cause

Aware or not aware
does not change the changeless

Consciousness IS

To think that we don't Love is an illusion
For in not Loving we create a vacuum for love
and simultaneously a Love magnet
For in Love is the ALL Consciousness

To think that we are the object or subject of Love is an illusion
for the ALL is neither the object or the subject of Love

ALL IS LOVE

ALL is both the container and the contained.

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A CAULDRON OF DIVINE LOVE

If I have a cauldron of Divine Love
I can catch all the bullets & turn them to Love

Each time one penetrates it's recipient
They will be blessed with an open heart

If I have a cauldron of Divine Love
I can catch all the missiles & turn them into Joy

Each time one falls on a target
A Joyful Radiance will abound

If I have a cauldron of Divine Love
I can catch all the bombs & turn them into Hugs

Each time one is dropped on a community
Every inhabitant will be filled with affection & caring

If I have a cauldron of Divine Love
I can transform the War Machine into a Love Machine.

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In My Humanness

In My Humanness

In my humanness I reveal my shadow

Haunting impressions remind me of my frailty

Lingering patterns of human emotion raw & vulnerable

Projected on the world in weak moments

Stand revealed

As I break down the persona of my worn out Ego reactions

I stand in judgement as I have judged others

I am targeted with the same conviction of egotism I once displayed

In an empathetic state of being I accept My Humanness

Wavering on high

 I slip into unending darkness

Intense pain piercing through my being

Echoes of years gone by

My heart plays a symphony of compassion

I sink into my fragile body

A stream of feeling flows seeming unending

Until I am empty, EMPTY!

In my weaken state I endure

Apparent consciousness Synthesizes with presence

Deity shines forth far above

My vessel becomes a liquid lighted ewer

Peace becomes me!

In my humanness

I sit motionless

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White Lotus

In Honor of H.P.B.

White Lotus

There she stood tall on her steed
Wind warrior riding to her destiny

Stout build with a sturdy focus
Determined in her mission
Not knowing the magnitude of her discoveries
Lying ahead, timeless in their nature

The strength of her glance into the desert travail
Spirit calling her forward with the steadfast drive of sheer will

Oh how I can reach out & touch the full heart of your glory
And the thrill of the unknowing.

What magnificent rich history you will reveal from days of yore
Of the mysteries unveiled when opening that fantastic golden door

You know that place where light floods down an amazing staircase
The one that gets steeper the higher it extends until it becomes a ladder
Just when we think we reached the top it spirals again and again

What drives us on, magnificent Wind warrior
The shear will of determined action
Friend or Foe we try to discern only to find its both.

Oh how I love you Wind warrior princess of the Aquarian Age
In reverence you sit in the ethers where masters are revered

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