The Speaking set Me Among You
3 Oceans of Eternity
12 Rivers of Life
12 Streams Sent-i-(h)ence
It is Done. Our task and our honor is to make place and usher It in ~
Life praising Itself as this very I that I Am
by fully acting, fully knowing, fully including
the totality of Mind's universe consciously,
by a conscious Self-awareness of the beauty of Being ~
the being of Beauty
wherein there is present identification
of total grandeur,
vital and spontaneous enjoyment,
and unfaltering interest
I AM HERE to uphold unfold & apply Vision...I SEE the time is near...I HEAR the call...I FOLLOW the hidden tides...I KNOW of myself I am nothing...I SAY peace in earth goodwill to all
An Invitation (from Hafiz & me)
Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside ofYou
| You Were Brave In That Holy War|
You have done well
In the contest of madness.
You were brave in that holy war.
You have all the honorable wounds
Of one who has tried to find love
Where the Beautiful Bird
Does not drink.
May I speak to you
Like we are close
And locked away together?
Once I found a stray kitten
And I used to soak my fingers
In warm milk;
It came to think I was five mothers
On one hand.
Why not rest your tired body?
Lean back and close your eyes.
I will kneel by your side and feed you.
I will so gently
Spread open your mouth
And let you taste something of my
Sacred mind and life.
There is something wrong
With your ideas of
O, surely there is something wrong
With your ideas of
If you think
Our Beloved would not be so
So does the blare
of the trumpets
at the gates of dawn
and the shades
of the long night
to the prancing steeds
of the chariot of the Sun,
and out he rides
in all his glory
casting the light everywhere,
into a place of revelation.
Thus he daily prepared himself,
all unconscious that he was so doing, for the magical Presence
which is about us everywhere,
not quite out of sight,
not quite out of hearing,
but too often lost, unheard and unseen,
in the tumult of the world
and the engulfing onrush of egoism.
That old eternal Presence which listens
to no arguments,
reveals itself to no strangers...
He was rediscovering daily
by himself in the poetry and prose
of mere circumstance.
| I teach as I learn... understanding, tolerance, acceptance and reliance on Spirit. To see truly....|
*all artwork on this page inspired by the One and created by me ~ unless other wise noted