From my spirit I belong

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In silent contemplation
a friend comes along.
It doesn’t matter my location,
‘cause from spirit I belong.

With my eyes tightly closed,
whatever angels I seek,
behind eyelids, superimposed,
as mystical signs bespeak.

And your world responds
to the passions you feel.
The inner you, corresponds,
and you live that real deal.

Am I?

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Am I
What-where, who-how, when and why, am I?

Am I some idea,
whose time has come,
ever expanding and expressing,
the mind I’m from?

Communicating,
in symbolic gestures,
like words on a page
that come to life.
Actors on a stage,
in fulfillment or contraction,
make meaningful my reaction.

Could I be,
one with God?
That part of me
firmly planted on the sod?

Or if I ask who?
Am I just another you?

Can where and when,
be here and now?

and is why then,
the truth I allow?

Am I the warrior
and romancer?

Am I the question
and the answer?

Yes I Am.

Little Proofs

Little proofs

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Little proofs appear,
a dot here and there,
a certain feeling
in the atmosphere,
a fragrance in the air.

A breeze whistling past my ears
just when my attention is needed.
A melody that my heart hears,
whose message should be heeded.

What has always
been hidden,
is hidden no longer.
Really
I’m not kiddin’,
its getting much stronger.

I am the maker of
peace and strife.
I am the Author of
my book of life.

Intimacy

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Intimacy

In a closeness
that’s truly divine,
where the self reveals
to another in time.
God appeals
for a way to be,
coveting vulnerability,
and allow you to
deep into me see.

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Will Power- Transformation

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Will Power - Transformation

You can not will it
to be over,
that do-be, do-be, do..
The cycle just goes
on and on,
until its time is due.

Oh,
you can fake it
for a moment’s lie,
and you can fool
yourself too,
but the harder you try,
will just prove,
that its the greater of you.

Only surrender
and a long persistence,
can provide the evidence,
that you can go the distance.

Then like magic,
yielding lost treasures,
seemingly by chance,
whose open heart’s eye
sees only abundance.

On a barren, winter-frosted tree,
as the sunlight’s shadows dim,
an unseen light shines brightly,
and at the edge of a naked limb,
rests an abandoned bird’s nest,
with half-eaten seeds,
grieving for what I guessed,
gave rise as my thoughts decreed;
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The ugly political world

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The ugly political world

We are human beings,
not quite so evolved,
rather like lemmings,
with much unresolved.

Some want to possess;
a freedom to suppress;
and then call it love;
‘its what they think of;’

never letting go,
nor letting love flow,
the way it is intended,
instead its all so ugly and
wrongly pretended.

But I believe
in the you (s) and me (s)
that shines a light
through the dark night,
and rests a calm
through the stormy seas.

Do Be – Do Be – Do

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When you feel the need
to freshen
and renew,
just remember this expression;
and Do-be, Do-be, Do.

Creative rhythms,
to spiritual laws uphold,
neither trifle or ‘isms’,
nor bought or sold.

I will meet you
at that place,
the intersection
of what is,
and can possibly be.

A sacred space,
on the edge
of the formed and formless,
and whatever choices,
I make of me.

And then, if the seeker
no longer asks the question,
‘when is two really one?’,
into the body and mind,
will come a suggestion,
to rest,
that for now,
your journey is done.

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an ageless essence

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an ageless essence

I stare,

into the knowing

of an ageless essence,

only aware,

by my coming and going

in child-like innocence.

I sense in each flower

the infinite unchanging.

Though my senses devour

the illusions they’re arranging.

For that

which arises in time,

ends in time,

and in between,

what is true for me,

expresses, externally.

My eyes

will challenge,

in heated negotiation,

my nose

smells and measures,

each fragrant deviation,

and my soul,      

will sense in the world,

the whole,

of creation.

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Flying through colors

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flying through colors

Whatever colors I fly through,
makes me feel a certain way.
I can’t seem to control the hue,
and its contrast has gone astray.

But then I remember,
that colors are perceived
by the act of surrender
to what you believe.

So I flew again,
held this thought
in my mind,
and ever since then,
there are rainbows
before and behind.

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