Spiritual Advance

Love holds no grievances

Tag: Illusion

Temptations of Dead

You entered through gate now forgotten –
No meaning behind wretched doors,
But lost souls – the tortured, downtrodden,
You’ve fallen for devil – of course!

For who could resist such temptation
Of demons to dance around you?
Who’d bother to pray for redemption?
Who’d fall for such hell if he knew! –

The truth – traitorous voices have silenced
The words which still call for release
Of soul in perpetual violence,
Yet choice’s yours to make – if you please.

No threats of the thunderous voices
Still savored through thoughts in your head
Prevent you from making right choices
And leave the temptations of dead.

Corrupted Land

Exemplified in death
The sin and the defense
To keep the tired breath
Within the crumbling fence.

Stalks shadows in the night
The child, lost long ago,
Who’s overcome with blight –
The wild blood flows below.

Who will repent the sin
When pain makes it so real?
The moment we begin
To strain for the unreal

We are already lost –
No savior offers hand.
Damnation is the cost
To walk corrupted land.

Defense

Your body or your soul –
The choice that you have made
Defending against all
Which threatens wretched state,

Which questions very thought
That something is not right.
“Defense” – what had it brought?
Why did you start the fight?

Die, rot to very bone!
See how you will defend
The body against stone,
And while you try to mend

Illusions obscene,
And sin you can’t atone,
Rots swiftly everything
That you have ever known!

No matter – you don’t rest,
Peace is unknown to you –
Since leaving mother’s breast
And starting life anew

All seem but to attack,
And God along with them –
Defense is sign of lack,
Defenseless don’t condemn.

Cavern

The cavern – hidden in the dark,
Abode of death – not seen in light,
And only desperate fools embark
On search of cavern in the night.

The fireflies of sin will spark
Luring the travelers away
Foolish enough to walk in dark,
To wander off the well-lit way.

So many souls thus have been lost,
All kept alive: with eyes cut out,
With deafened ears by their host
And tongues severed – they will not shout.

All tied in cavern under hill:
Some fight the pain, but most – asleep,
Dreaming of torture, losing will,
With sightless eyes that cannot weep.

Such Is the Life

Centipede bite
And well deserved –
The strongest pain
One life preserved.

Scorpion sting
Burns under skin –
Convulsions bring
The heat within.

Rattlesnake bite
Leads to slow death –
You scream in spite
Of your last breath.

Such is the life
Made up by us –
Each creature’s strife –
Another’s loss.

In Pain

I dreamed of killing raging God,
And then I dreamed that I’m awake –
From dream to dream illusions brought
The pain – the proof of my mistake.

The sweetest pain, along with time,
The strongest witness against God!
Proving existence of the crime,
Reward, for which I’ve always fought!

Excruciating beyond hell,
Constant companion of mine,
Intoxicates the bloody smell –
I am in pain through my design!

I slit my veins, with drops of blood
Draw tiny circle around me –
A place where God will enter not –
To be in pain, or not to be?

 

Teacher of the Blind

I’m not a saint – could you not tell?
I’m generally doing well
Avoiding judging you out loud –
While in my head – of judgement proud.

With devil walking hand in hand
I cannot help but to pretend
That what I know is better taught
Yet my own teacher chaos wrought!

He whispers, hissing in my ear:
“Come here my son, and have no fear,
I’ll show you wonders of the world
And you’ll perceive as you are told”.

Being blind, I see but through his eyes
And can be sure of only lies,
I am convinced something’s not right –
How could your love escape my sight?

The Moment of Temptation

As I go now about this task
I do condemn myself to death
In blinding rage on put the mask,
And I believe that it’s this breath –

This is my life, this body’s me,
I’m mortal shell about to die!
Still praying of not letting be
True nature, purpose, love of mine.

And I am raising against God,
Thinking my will can conquer His,
For eons I this battle fought
I laugh at very thought of peace!

It’s such a shame I am so lost,
Yet there is always choice to make:
This pain accepting as my cost,
Or to wake up from my mistake.

Second revision

Failed Again

Will I be ever understood?
Trying to share with fellow men
Thoughts nourished in the pensive mood,
I realize – I failed again.

Yet can they ever hope themselves
To share the news of darkest day,
Relax the curse of private hell,
And hope another sees their way?

Yes – hope they can, and hope they will!
In blurry fantasies they might
Perceive that someone will fulfill
The role of savior in their sight.

“Hell’s other people” one might say,
And while he lives another day
And sees the bodies born and die
His “truth” I hardly can deny.

Time

Forgotten moments of the past,
Unknown the remnants of tomorrow –
Is it so strange that I have lost
The meaning of my only sorrow?

The sorrow I have felt when time
Reminded me – all will be gone…
But why? – Is living such a crime,
That time must come when it’s withdrawn?

What use have fleeting dreams of life,
When every moment passes by,
When in the midst of endless strife
You walk so low while dreaming high?

The time, some say – it even heals!
And teaches us, and helps us grow!
But in the end, it always kills –
Much is unknown, but this I know…

What was before the time begun?
How did it start, when, where – why?
What will become when time’s undone?
Will someone miss it, perhaps cry?

I have an old clock on the wall –
Each day it must be brought to life
So that the hands will slowly crawl
And help the evening to arrive.

If time is similar perhaps
Then someone must have started it,
But then, one day it will collapse,
No longer able to submit –

Each one of us to walk alone,
Kept separate by time and space –
Oh, wicked tyrant, cease, begone!
Where there is time, there is no grace.

The World Outside

Based on ACIM Workbook lesson 11:
My meaningless thoughts are showing me a meaningless world

Outside of me – what is it there I value so?
Pointless remain the things and “meaning” that they hold,
For it is me, who lets the meaning of the world
In me unfold, and hide what I forgot I know.

Outside of me – the pain, the suffering, the hate
That world beliefs, enforces with much joy
Being itself but meaningless decoy
The world believes it knows its fate.

Outside of me, there is so much, so many things,
So many thoughts, so many deeds of guilt,
The deeds of hate and lust this world has built.
What is outside is where I hide my sins.

Outside’s not me. I cannot be perceived outside
I’m seeking for an answer – “What am I?
Am I this body, destined soon to die?
Or am I love, that I can feel inside?”

Inside of me lies perfect truth, yet I don’t see
Or am afraid to look so bluntly at the lies
That world endorses so, yet also hides –
The lies of world maintain that I’m not free.

And so I live, and so I walk – or even crawl
At times when I’m unsure of this path,
At times when I’m so lost in worldly fuss –
Thus world of pain does hold me its own thrall.

But day will come, when I wake up, and finally feel
The pain and suffering of world I so perceived
And all the pain through hate myself received,
Could not be happening in truth, could not be real.

When this day comes – a day so bright and pure
A day when world will lose its own allure
And will maintain no things that still me lure
That day will bring my final, only cure.

The Sun Won’t Die

Not unlike flying bumblebee, passing us by
The eons will pass by, and only buzz in our ears
Remains, reminds that even Sun one day will die
Abandoning our hopes, no longer drying our sad tears.

“What lives must die” – thus teaches us the world insane,
Amidst uncertainty, the prospect of our death seems true,
As it’s the only thing that waits to end our pain
We’ve learned being docile and calmly suffer through.

As we are coming into body, we begin
All this calamity – so rife – I ask, “What for?” –
To live illusionary life, undoing sin?
Something’s amiss – there must be more to it – much more!

“Deep sleep, so dark, fell thus upon his tired head” –
I read in Bible, as it starts, but then I do read on –
Some stories wise and ringing true, some very sad –
Yet never does it mention once that our sleep is gone!

In deepest slumber still, under the tree of sin
We thus remain, day after day, asleep and unaware
Of heaven we are in, of Love shining within
But choose instead to dream of dying Sun somewhere “out there”.

The Sun which sets at night, only to rise afresh –
Our Sun? – Indeed it is! For only we are dreaming still
Of it being good, caressing gently freezing flesh,
But also bad – burning in heat the remnants of our will

The Sun won’t die, for it was never born –
The holy hand of loving God, did not reach out
And manifest the world of suffering – so worn!
The world where nothing is within, all is without.

Sonnets of Love – 10

I’m not a leader, nor a teacher I,
I’m never any worse than you,
So how can I be better?
I walk along, under one sky,
Wherever you’re going too,
We walk as one and let illusions to shatter.

The choice

A miracle is our natural inheritance. It is our remembering. The miracle is in yourself, it cannot be outside. The world cannot produce a miracle, for it is not the purpose for which it’s been created.

You hold a grievance because you believe you are ego. And as an ego, you treat life as you unique, separate and special experience and not having it means death. You are afraid of Love inside, but only as an ego. You’ve seemingly chosen to be an ego. Each moment you are making the same choice again. Each moment is a chance to choose differently.

You’ve chosen to sleep and this is the purpose you believe in. The fear you feel is simply unreasonable unwillingness to change your purpose into awakening.

There is no world

There is no world – thus the main theme of A Course In Miracles can be summarized.

The ego gathers evidence to the contrary, day and night. The only goal the ego pursues is to prove to you that there is in fact a world. There is a universe and you’re a body. You live on earth and you have real needs. You have to honor needs, or else – you suffer, wither and die.

Everything is built around this theme in this world – there is virtually nothing and no one who helps you to see differently. It is a prison where prisoners imagine to be kings, and they will not allow a dissident to break free and show them the beauty behind the barbwire.

There is no world – you learn of this and now you know no better but to deny the world. Deny your bodily needs, deny the laws the ego set forth for you. But how can you deny something you don’t believe in?

Denying the ego is what makes it seemingly real. Your thought is what gave rise to this illusion, and the denial is yet another thought. Until you learn to give the world no thought at all, it will be there for you, tormenting you forever.

What does it mean to give no thought at all? It means to not judge. You see the world for what it is and you do not judge one thing to be better or worse, more or less special. While you are here your body has some needs – you fulfill them, but you do not seek your purpose in them. You continue to function – but with a gentle smile upon your face, forgiving the sin you know does not exist.

Perceptual problems

Unhappiness and problems is something you perceive. It seems to be and yet it’s not. Do not discount how powerful your mind is – if you believe in pain, loneliness, hate and lack, you will create appropriate circumstances for yourself and start perceiving what you believe in. No thought is idle, be careful what you will.

Knowing this you have but choose again.

You’ve chosen to create this world the way you see it. But seeing, feeling, touching is nothing more than a perception.

First, choose to perceive the world for what it is – an illusion, made by the ego to convince you there is nothing to be had beyond it. Realize that this illusion is nothing and it’s hiding from you everything. Then, choose to see beyond it. There lies true vision.

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