Spiritual Advance

Love holds no grievances

Tag: Light


Still standing – moribund,
Pretending that I found
What lies beyond the death,
I draw my final breath.

A body strives to live,
My soul – but to forgive.
Beyond the veil declined
Whole world – but not my mind.

It still perceives the light
And keeps the same old fight.
The lessons still unlearned –
I’m hurled to earth – returned.

Again – I start anew!
It is as if I knew:
The figures in the dream
Are me – or only seem?

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!

The Light

The light
Which shines in me
With holy might –
I let it be,
And recognize –
The light is me.

The peace
Such holy thought
Which we dismiss
When we are caught
In ego’s mind –
What has it brought? –

The pain.
Abandoned soul
Seems to be stained
With only goal –
Its holy role.

And you will see
How what you give
Allows your peace to be
And shine inside,
Cleansing your sight.

The light
Is but your own,
Is God’s own might
In which you’re known.
Awake from sin –
Look deep within!

Never Alone

I walked alone
So aimlessly
Being lost at times
When carelessly
I wandered off
Into the dark
From clear path –
I did embark.

Such wandering
Away from light
What does it bring?
Why do I fight
To be alone?
To blind my eyes? –
Praying to stone
I’ve made such lies.

“God is but Love
And so am I” –
Words ringing true
Got lost in lie
When unlike Him
I wandered far
Into the dim
Of dreams bizarre.

But I met you
And grasped your hand –
In love embraced
As one we stand.
Never alone,
Never in pain –
Together we
In light remain.

You are like Him
Savior of mine
Bathing in stream
Of Love divine.

Salvation’s Hand

My mind still holds the deeds of my own life,
The thoughts that I have thought through years
And keeps the feeling, ever slight, of my own strife,
And keeps remembering of my sadness tears.
While being lost, I cried, cried bitterly,
And crying thus, increased my misery.

My mind was raw, untrained and rough,
It kept controlling me, yet I had no control
Of thoughts it thought, which me engulfed,
And deeds it forced upon my soul.
While being meek, mindless I was,
For I was meek only for ego’s cause.

And it went on, for years and years,
My life continued flowing ‘tween the shores
Of ego’s cause, that caused my tears and fears,
But also other Voice, that had a subtle course
Of reaching to my soul and healing all the pain,
And sharing pure love, which I could not explain.

The first time I did hear the Voice of Light
It too did cause slight fear, being opposite of “life”,
(At least I called it “life”), yet its own Might
Did calm me down, put peace in place of strife
And made me question everything I knew,
For long I felt the questions long time due.

My life took course unknown before, and then
The other voice, the little voice of pain and guilt,
Became much louder, reaching from its den
Tried to submit my soul, seducing me with gilt.
Yet all the raucous shrieks that it had made,
Could no longer my Self persuade.

For something’s changed, I’ve changed myself,
My life, the way I now perceive has changed,
The gentle Voice of Love took me away from hell –
How gladly did I hell for Love exchanged!
The peace I feel does grow on me, and I become,
The essence of the peace from where the Voice did come.

The life goes on, the body still contains,
My essence, wanting to break free. I know –
Some lesson still unlearned for me remains,
Yet my life now so peacefully does flow,
For I have heard the Truth, have learned to Love,
Nothing this world does offer is enough!

Time’s passed, the words mean less, I’d rather pray,
In silence of my holy, one healed mind
The path I follow does no longer sway,
Now nothing in this world for me remains to find.
Since I have felt salvation’s hand,
My love knows much, but not an end.

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