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Love holds no grievances

Tag: Awakening

I Rest in God

In timelessness you rest while time goes by
Without its touch of death upon your love
You rest because you’ve found the answer why
You were so lost – never to find enough.

But now you come to only place of peace,
Today you reach for Truth of God inside.
During turmoil you enter state of bliss –
Imagined sin of this world leaves your sight.

Now close your eyes, be still and say:
“I rest in God” – this thought salvation brings.
At any moment through your busy day
You rest in God, forgiven are your sins.

“I rest in God” – keep this pure thought until
All troubles of your busy day dissolve.
There is no suffering it cannot heal,
There is no problem that it cannot solve,

And no appearance, but will turn to Truth,
Before the eyes of you, who rest in God –
The only thought that teaches you pure use
Of everything this tired world is not.


I lay alone under a tree,
Feeling nostalgic and whatnot,
I thought of all I came to be –
Whether I’m cursed or blessed by God?

I thought the thoughts – some strange indeed!
“I think therefore I am” – Am I?
Were I to follow where they lead,
What comes of “me” when “my thoughts” die?

Or could it be that I’m asleep?
It seems so real, but would I know?
Often nightmares seem real indeed
Even when having strangest flow!

Such thoughts made sudden change in me,
I realized – I have no will!
The sky came down so suddenly,
And I woke up, in my room still.

How strange – my thoughts that were unreal,
Conceived beyond the thickest haze,
Brought new perception of surreal,
Helped to escape from wicked maze.

Now in my bed, as I lay still,
Nightmarish thoughts bring back the dream –
Voice in my head cries loud and shrill –
Opened my mouth, but could not scream!

My Light

I am asleep, yet my light shines,
Transcends the time, travels through space,
Reaches into the dark confines
Where dead are laid in morbid place.

My light reflects from dusty walls,
Erodes the dirt, moving gravestones,
Raises the dead in darkest halls,
Restoring flesh on rotting bones.

Awake the wretched, rise again!
In dreams of death abide no more!
Stretch out your limbs, renewed as men,
Follow the light through opened door!

And when you breathe the peaceful air –
Walk through the planes and mountains steep,
Follow my light to hidden lair,
And do not leave myself asleep!


Old I am not – ancient I am.
The struggle of my endless search
Had never ceased – still bleeds the lamb
That I have slaughtered to exist.

“Existence” – dying, born anew,
Growing to die another day,
Stretching the time, as if I knew
Why I still act the same old play.

One day I’ll take you by the hand,
Touch gently, lovingly – just so,
Look in your eyes, cease to pretend,
That what you are I do not know.

And you will smile, in ancient eyes
Reflecting traces of the road
Which comes to end as we arise
Joined in our oneness unto God.


Not Other Day

Dark night, so quiet – unseen the sin
With eyes of flesh  – can I begin
To recognize how much we’re lost?
I hesitate – too high a cost.

Day comes anew, rises the sun –
What if we knew what we have done?
Would we find courage, choose again? –
Not under burden being men.

When will we wake from dreams obscure? –
Never while time still has allure.
We pray, give sacrifice in blood,
Yet it persists – all is for naught.

I wish I could… No, even pray! –
That I could see not other day,
And break free from the chains of time
Awaken from my seeming crime.

The Trees

A beauty, peace, such strong resolve –
I walk between the trees of life,
Fruits shine with light and I dissolve
Into same light where there’s no strife.

Awakened mind knows but pure love:
All-encompassing, holy, strong.
Describing it – no words enough,
It is a gentle, wordless song.

Before I wakened, used to walk
Between the trees of false desires
With fruits not unlike shameless liars,
There was no peace, but endless talk:

Confused in mind so deep asleep
The words formed into guilt and shame,
Seducing me to sell so cheap
My soul for shining gilt and fame.

Those trees bore fruit rotten to core,
Hopelessness was their only stench;
So many fooled to come for more!
Stretching their arms for lowest branch.

And when the fingers touch the rot
In but a moment – petrify…
The stench makes mind in deep sleep caught,
With dreams of sin that terrify.

But deep – a memory remains
Of what it’s like beyond the dream,
When one used seeing peaceful planes,
And washed tired bones in holy stream

Of love, unknown in world of pain
Where trees of hopelessness prevail.
Who would prefer there to remain? –
Self-tortured in self-chosen jail.

The Dreams I Dreamed

I walked unsure, at times depressed,
So often stumbling on my quest!
At times being lost or so it seemed
When I believed in dreams I dreamed.

I dreamed of Earth, being born in dust,
And of our brethren and the cost
That we have paid with spirit pure
To come to form – dying flesh obscure.

I dreamed of me – or was it you?
So many figures, quite a few
Appeared to me in dreams of sin
But could it all come from within?

The time shall come, I need but wait,
When I wake up in pure state,
When I remember what I am,
And cease to dream, and cease to damn.

Ego wants me

Ego wants me to be afraid,
It wants me to feel the hate –
To make so real the dream,
And make eternal Light in me to dim.

Ego wants me to forget,
Distracts me with things it wants me to get –
And it suggests – so cunningly and sweet,
Where outside of God my happiness I’ll meet.

But I refuse to look and make it real,
For I am Love, I am in God.
It thinks the Truth is kept concealed,
But for illusions I care not.

It will not listen, nor understand
The Truth I see from where I stand.

Ego wants me to put the blame,
And then it makes me feel the shame.
It needs the conflict to exist –
To hold me always in its mist.

And it won’t listen, nor respect,
The Truth which I stand to protect.

Yes, ego wants so much,
But most of all, it is afraid –
For it is, but a crutch,
I seemingly have made.

True Awakening

Every day you wake up in the morning only to go through all the same things and go to sleep again. But do you really awaken when you open your eyes in the morning? Do you really see any more with your eyes open?

When you see a dream it seems so real, and yet your eyes are closed. Then you wake up and but continue seeing the very same dream. Your eyes has nothing to do with vision and they won’t help you see the Light.

So what is awakening? The ego has an answer for you. It will give you thousand concepts about awakening. The ego doesn’t mind you adding a “spiritual” label to yourself. The ego is gladdened when you think of yourself as “awakened”. For when you “awaken”, and yet remain in the dream, there is no reason now to strive beyond the dream.

Ego’s awakening is of this world. It let’s you see a calmer dream and believe that it’s all there is to it. But as long as you value the dream you are still making it real. If you “awaken” but still in this world, how is it different from your waking up in the morning? You simply see a thousand dreams that hide the main illusion from you.

True awakening is letting go of the dream. It is the realization that you want to mindlessly slumber no more. As soon as you remember what is beyond the illusion, you will never look upon it again and will stop making it real for you.

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