The world, the thoughts creating it,
The pain and anger that arise,
Waiting for light to be relit,
You still believe in your demise.
And yet the power you possess,
The pure Self to be remembered
From all the things which you’ve surrendered
To you’ll return, when you confess:
The sins you know are nonexistent,
And the mistakes you’ve seemed to make.
The thoughts of sin might be persistent,
And yet you’re never at the stake.
You will remember What you are
And you will see the light’s not far,
You will return where you belong –
The journey this will not take long.
Category: Poems (Page 5 of 7)
What needs be said but Love?
What do you need to know of me?
Time will be saved, if I say but enough:
I Love you as myself, I truly see,
A perfect spirit, united with our Self,
I see your Love shining so pure,
In you I see our God Himself,
In presence His we stand secure.
Our Love cannot be kept apart,
I’m you, we’ve always been together
We’re truly one, oneness is our true part,
Our existence – eternal, gentle feather.
Feather of Love suspended in the Now,
We are together, live as One,
And yet, something’s not right – or how
Would you seem from our oneness gone?
We have forgotten, don’t remember peace,
Our unison of Heaven’s Song is lost,
Remembering not what truly is,
Today we have to pay the cost.
My Brother, could you believe it’s true?
A joke so meaningless and void,
Our laughter – all we have to do,
The pain, the anger, hate – we can avoid.
Laughing at nothingness – our only purpose here
Our gentle smile reflects the Truth,
Sin’s nonexistent, it’s not worth your tear,
When you but smile, you nothing have to lose.
So let’s join hands and walk this path as One,
Gently forgiving conflict, which’s not there,
When we have managed that, our mission’s done,
We’re one, at peace, our Love is everywhere.
No matter what you do or what you think,
No matter what life seems to put you through
Don’t ever let the guilt emerge – forgive.
Forgiveness is your savior on the brink
Of hate, your only hope on path so true,
Which brings you home where peacefully you live.
It is a special day for you:
The fears you’ve had will disappear
And you will shine anew, reborn.
Today the light will cover up your view,
The problems of your dream no longer will appear:
It is a happy dream when you have reached your bourne.
I know it well, it is the first time not
When I’ve been tempted, made mistakes and so
I just go on, knowing my path is true,
And don’t look back, on my path towards God,
And just enjoy the ever growing glow
Of love in me, which always includes you.
Sometimes I wonder, am I lost in life?
Am I afraid of finding what I am?
Am I protecting suffering and strife?
Yes – I am lost, afraid and so I damn:
The love you offer me so pure,
Advice which you intend to cure
I do reject through anger, hate and torment in my mind,
I’m deaf to Truth, I’m lost, unsure…
But you still smile, so gently, seeing not my hate,
And I’m still lost, accepting not your peace,
You smile with love, because you know my fate
And I am lost, I can’t remember what Love is…
Is it what world is telling me all life?
Then why does Love here mean but strife?
I am unsure of my path, and I need help,
Love I can’t find where hate is rife.
You take my hand, and suddenly I feel secure,
I’m still and finally I hear your voice,
Your words are clear, beautiful and pure
I could not hear before, could not make rightful choice,
But now it’s changed, I’m born anew,
My path before so wickedly was skewed,
I could not see, nor hear, nor love,
I did not know how blurry was my view.
I’m thankful – for this was not my life,
I’m happy, knowing peace is what I am,
I’m grateful, recognizing there’s no strife,
I’m one, in oneness there’s no “me” – I simply am.
My teacher joined in happiness with me,
We’re one, we welcome each of you to see,
The pain and suffering of this world are not real,
Open your eyes, forgive this world, allow your Self to be.
If ever I am asked, “Why do you work?
Why do you work so hard and still,
It seems you life’s not changed at all?”
“Why,” – I would answer, “you think, I should shirk,
When I have purpose to fulfill?
And yet, this “life” as such I wouldn’t call”.
So many things in this life seem so strange,
And clearly, many things you do not know,
Forbidden secrets, designed to derange,
Telling you lies, the truth they never show.
The bargain you are having still with God,
To find the answers you believe you need,
In order to continue suffering not,
Your destiny you’re trying to meet.
And you believe that God but plays a game,
To lead you through a world of misery,
Condemning you to suffering and shame,
And so you suffer, suffer bitterly.
With such belief, God does seem cruel indeed,
To lead you through a journey with no end,
You suffer till his whims you fully meet,
And so in suffering your life you spend.
But it’s your ego that plays this cruel game,
This foolish stranger living deep inside,
If you allow, it’ll surely place a claim
On what you are, denying you true sight.
God has no secrets, His truth is pure indeed,
You do not need to prove yourself to Him,
You do not need to suffer, scream and bleed,
All secrets are your own – attempt to hide your sin.
What could be secret from God’s Will?
What could He hide from His own Son?
You’ve made these secrets when you’ve killed,
Your Self, unconscious what you’ve done.
Let not your fear of sin emerge,
Do not allow your ego be,
For it will gladly sing your dirge,
For you’ve made it in order not to see.
This secrecy opposes pure love,
Assuming there are wicked things to hide,
But all this hiding’s not enough,
Your Self through hiding you can’t find.
Open your eyes and let defenses go,
The truth’s inside, you have but learn to see,
True vision’s to your ego – final blow,
Letting it go, you will allow your Self to be.
From all the things you did or thoughts you thought,
I heard pure love, no errors and no hate,
And hearing that, the Love returned to you.
And all the things you seemingly have wrought,
Could never change what is your holy fate –
Returning home, as if being born anew.
I will be what I Am –
I will not let my Self be bothered.
Will I be then condemned?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
Will someone hear my words?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
Will someone come with swords?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
What comes for me today?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
Can I be lead astray?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
Will I reach pure love?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
How much love is enough?
I will not let my Self be bothered.
Through being what I Am
Each day I’m bothered not
Through being simply Am
I am remembering one God.
You bring your question everywhere:
“Tell me, where I can find the peace?”
And yet, the silence’s all you ever get,
For answer that you seek, indeed is rare –
And it cannot be found, unless you cease
The search where answer can’t be met.
In these tough times of darkness so obscure
We need protection from imagined sin,
We are to follow those only who matured,
We’re not allowed to look for truth within.
Crusaders of the Truth will show the way:
They will attack the sinners of this world
Who dare through wicked teaching lead astray
The sheep who blindly follow what they’re told.
Crusaders of the Truth won’t rest in peace
Till every sinner of the world’s exposed,
Their Holy mission – showing where Truth is,
Stomping to dust the ones who Truth oppose.
But in these times, which are indeed obscure,
Crusaders of the Truth themselves’re opposed.
In times when even teachers’re insecure,
In times when Son of God can be so loathed,
In these dark times the flock must guided be
By Voice of God – Martyrs of Teaching Pure,
Who won’t allow the lies of sin to be,
Protecting from Crusaders’ sly allure.
And so they fight, and viciously at that,
And flock has been forgotten long ago,
Neither Crusaders, nor Martyrs will let
To halt the growth of egos – so they grow.
How much importance are we to assign,
To understanding not our “holy” ways?
Are we too blind to see so clear a sign
That it’s our fight, which ego stronger makes?
Are they important so, ways of this world,
That we will kill our Self in name of them?
We’re deaf to Voice, which to us clearly told –
We’re not to slaughter God’s innocent lamb.
No matter! Voice of God does grow so dim,
Crusaders of the Truth are fighting on
With such persistence, gruesome and so grim,
Until the last mistake (judge they) is gone.
Indeed, the Voice is dim, the truth’s obscure –
Martyrs of Holy Light will fight the same,
For only they hold teaching true and pure,
And so they teach – through anger, hate and shame.
My Brother, do not choose against your Self
The choice of body does condemn you.
You cannot have both flesh and spirit.
The time has come, the choice you’ll make yourself,
And only then can heaven start anew,
And life of love will now resume in it.
And still I walk this road of pure Love –
Sometimes I’m tempted, but it stops me not,
Thus I return where I belong.
Maybe as yet I haven’t done enough,
But when one truly walks towards one God,
The road to Love will not take long.
The ego shakes my body still
And fuels me with its beliefs.
It teaches me its “truth” – to kill,
And so I listen – so it lives.
The ego takes away the pain –
For single moment, day, a year,
It takes away this awful shame
And I forget that it is near.
The ego makes me feel so good –
It does not win if I am lost,
It craves for pain, its basic food,
But it’s afraid to pay the cost –
If ego torments me too much,
I might start searching for an end
Of pain which is the ego’s crutch
And so it offers me its hand.
The ego’s most of all afraid –
It is in terror if I’m still,
But oh, how well it does persuade! –
So subtly whispers how I feel.
It gives me pleasure of a kind,
It strives that I get fleeting highs,
It hides behind what’s in my mind
Through guile and slyness, tricks and lies.
The things it offers seem so good:
The music, that excites me so,
The books, that lighten up my mood,
The drugs, that take me down so low,
The people – which it says I need,
The power – buying others’ love,
The money – vice of mine to feed –
All worldly things, which I can’t get enough.
The ego knows its game so well –
It planned it billions years ahead!
It tricked me, put me here to dwell,
Severed my mind and made me mad.
It’ll surely go to any length
To make me mindless, without will,
To make me lose remaining strength –
It never aims to wound, but kill.
So many things so mindlessly I do,
Do strengthen ego, help it grow in me –
Unconscious things, or conscious too
Make ego strong, not letting Self to be.
For eons it’s been winning at this game,
How many lifetimes did I suffer here?
It tricks through anger, blame and shame
To do my worst, not letting my love near.
I’m tired, lost, I don’t want what it has,
I’ve suffered much – tormented billions years!
Thus ego steps away, it does torment me less,
With patience waiting while I dry my tears.
It rests so still in corners of my mind,
It knows I am afraid to look for source of pain –
With complex tales and lies defensiveness’s designed,
Through constant guilt my will does ego drain!
It is afraid so much when I’m becoming sane,
It does not want me starting on this search,
It does step back when I am tired of its game –
Behind my back it lights anew the torch.
Time passes by and I calm down,
Life seems like it’s becoming good,
And so again at many things I frown –
The ego’s back, for I supply it with new food.
This lifetime ends, I die in pain,
Rejoices ego, caring not for me,
And all my suffering does seem in vain
For I allowed my foe to be.
Yet, for a moment between lives,
Without a body I am still –
Through stillness, truth of God does rise,
I am reborn, but now I stronger feel!
As soon as body takes me back
The ego’s there, like predator in hunt,
It takes it slow my life to wreck,
It is afraid to show its hate so blunt.
It’s very patient, so it waits
For me to grow, enjoying life,
But soon again it shows just how it hates
My Self, my Love – it leads me into strife.
Life after life I’ve suffered much,
In vain it seemed – but it was not! –
Through lessons pure, through gentle touch,
I was remembering one God.
I am much stronger in this life,
The ego feels much less secure,
I am resisting pointless strife,
I am aware of its allure.
And yet —
It does its worst, and resting not,
It tries to bring the horror to my mind,
For eons strongly ego fought;
Its terror stricken now – its end to find.
This time around I know it’s there:
I’ve learned its tricks, I see its guile,
I know its hate, deception and despair –
But now I live with gentle smile –
The God Himself protects me now,
Enough I grew, remembering Him,
And when One does remember how
Love feels – the ego grows mortally dim.
The words mean less, without them ego’s weak,
I do not need to search and think,
I do not need to strive, to speak,
I simply am, no longer on the brink.
I know from where ego came,
I am aware of mistake
Which I thought real, bringing the shame,
Forgetting Love, putting all being at the stake.
With knowledge pure I walk through clouds –
No longer can the shadows on the wall
Seem real – as if tormented crowds
Are walking still in darkness of the hall.
No longer Son of God is fooled,
No longer ego rules the dream,
Enough of what seemed as its rule –
The wicked light in it grows dim.
I have the power of One God
To fuel in me the perfect Love –
The things of this world bother not,
The One who knows, who’s seen enough.
Uneasiness that follows you through life
And never leaves, but for a second,
Is just reminding you of Truth,
That all this world, in which you strive
Will torment you until you’ve reckoned –
Uneasiness cannot exist in Truth.
The problem, you’ve created in your mind,
Is there still, waiting to be forgiven –
Don’t try to solve it in this world.
Where problem is, solution you will find,
The peace you seek, you have been given,
Solution is your Love, allow it to unfold.
I have a gift I want to share with you,
It’s not something you pride upon –
It’s not a thing at all.
I cannot gift it, saying what’s true,
You have this gift, when ego’s gone –
The gift is Love, which makes you whole.
My path has taken me so far,
To places I’ve seen not before,
The journey, following my star,
This journey started in a blur.
My search was long, not easy too,
What I was looking for – knew not
And yet, I felt the need to follow through,
I felt the lesson I was being taught.
Yes, I have been so lost at times,
At others I have felt alone,
I did condemn myself of crimes
When I was facing the unknown.
Yet I pursued, I persevered,
I felt this journey had to be,
I’ve followed through, my view I’ve cleared,
It took much time to finally see:
This journey helped me to become
Who I am now so proud to be,
There was a time for it to come,
For it to make me finally free.
It built this person I am now,
It strengthened up my faith in me,
I’ve learned the lesson: I know how
The journey destined me to see.
Enormous, isn’t it – our stupidity –
To push away our life, the peace,
Accepting terror, saying no to Love.
And we submit to our timidity,
Afraid of looking where Truth is…
And we will suffer, ’till we say “enough”!