Writings
"To change your mood or
mental state-change your
vibration."-The Kybalion.
"Mind (as well as metals and
elements) may be transmuted
from state to state degree to
degree. condition to condition
pole to pole; vibration to
vibration." -The Kybalion
Spiritual Poetry:
Turning Within

Turning within
Allowing OneSelf Known
Bringing to heal
All thoughts, ideas, beliefs, dethroned

Waiting in the stillness
Feeling All around
No words describe no sensation
One with truth before the sound

Childlike and innocent
Returns the Holy Thought
A laugh, a tickle, a smile, pure bliss
Allowing Being in the not
With

Surrender there is peace
And Joy as
One decides when
One is done, ready, somewhere past willingness
Sinking into the deep
All the way to the Heart beating
A single sound with God

Reverberating in the stillness as only Light
Indescribable in this world
Knowing no form, identity or value

Gently smiling at the awakening
To nothingness
And
Thanking God
And
You
For Joining in the only Purpose
There ever Is
Now
Holy Relationship

Holy Relationship
Is the opportunity
To look in the mirror
So closely that you jump

And smile

When you notice
There is nobody else there
And there never has been
Or will be


Other than Spirit
Who only blesses
And wishes
To See
And Listen
And Touch
And Feel
And Be

Resting in You
Only where you are
Ready to wear
The Golden Robe
Of bliss and comfort

Shared in Total Joining
Where one forgives one
And is One
Now and in Allways
No Thought

No judgement, mere idea or thought
Will dwell with
The Infinite only One
The Palace of Wholeness
Can not be where obstacles are still perceived

Without compromise behold whatever
Symbols that are still held dear
Afraid of Light
If specialness remains
Immersed in fear

Believing yet in feelings
Misinterpreting the story
Of their company meaning anything
Thinking their reality
As something more than
The need to remember
The essence of where they arise

Smile at the notion
That a gap indeed creates
Thought of want
Or a dream of a seed
That needs to be planted
In fertile ground
That never did exist

While still looking at
Our wish, our hidden desire
To see a ladder
Where there is not
Even a bridge
That leads from
Anywhere to No Place

How difficult is it
Trading Now for
What you used to think
You might see or you might be?

Spirit's eyes see only Now
And ask only
"Show me what you are"
In this moment
Free to play
Dance, Wander, Feel, Think, Seek or Sing

Where trust seems to be built
Is a Real Life where
Each moment offers
A Holy Instant which extends
From Miracle to Home
Somewhere Else

Challenging the fear to Live
Where chaos seems to reign
Yet, no longer choosing death
Not immersed in just a dream

Loneliness examined
In the fear of joining Now
Sensing freedom in the essence
Of innocence allowed

Embracing only willingness
Although denying not
And, remembering in the dimness
The promise of all that is vivid

Meditation letting
Awareness resting where observed
A touch, a thought, a song
No stone is left unturned

Passing out of trepidation
Coaxed gently into Stillness
Where words of Oneness vanish
Into All There Is
"The Tao that can be spoken is not the true Tao"
- Tao Te Ching
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In the emptiness of yesterday’s death
We draw in tomorrows breath,
Disintegrating particles of time and space
In the entropy of our human grace.

In the untold we unfold leaving behind,
not a single trace,
No mind, no body, no foot-print, no face.

Monolithic echoes upon this quantum stage,
Are spoken only in the broken vibrations of the sage.
Prophetic transmissions disguising the omissions
Of what he can never say,
For the Sun knows not of the night or the day.

Only magnetic fields to consume and resume our decay,
That eternity might expand and retract in the in the dream
of delay,
The solidification of light for the sake of joy,
Multi-verses, the toy with which we create and destroy.

With super-strings spun like wet living clay,
on wheels dividing and colliding each attribute into a single
ray.

All you have forgotten was in the will of our name,
That we would seek and speak for the sake of our game.

We laugh and cry in the location of the I,
That we may dream to live and dream to die,
In the fullness of the wretchedness of all that is broken,
In the emptiness, of the perfection of all that is unspoken,

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