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Love holds no grievances

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I am

I am the teacher, pupil I,
The one who never wants to die,
The one who’s split between two minds,
The one who searches – never finds.

I am the prison, breaking free
And yet the jailer – not quite me,
But only shadow in my heart,
Which keeps myself broken apart.

I am the Sun beyond the sky,
I am the Moon about to die,
The stars that shine are part of me –
At least till I have broken free.

I am the ocean, endless stream
Of drowning bodies in the dream,
Unconscious of the water still
I’m not quite me – I’ve lost my will.

Ancient

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.

 

My Path

I have been travelling alone:
So many times I fell and cried,
So often I have prayed to stone,
So often found myself in fight.

Yet to my path I have been true –
It is impossible to turn!
I know I have to see it through
Before to peace I can return.

And every time I cried in vain –
It only seemed, for every step
Had taken me away from pain,
Each day I drew a sacred map –

A plan on how to walk this path,
Which leads us through journey of life
Where bridge ‘tween death and life I cross
Through overcoming pointless strife.

Along this path I met with you:
Taking your hand, as one embraced
Together we will follow through
To holy love with which we’re graced.

Along the holy path we walk
And all we feel is sacred peace
We’ve ceased to doubt, and even talk –
But simply walk to where God is.

And all we see is holy light
Which lights the road and guides our way,
For even in the darkest night
You, me and God  – as one we stay.

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.

Upsets

Based on ACIM workbook lesson 5:
I am never upset for the reason I think

So many things of this world bring you down,
So many things cause you to frown –
Each one is different to you.
You think you know why you’re upset,
You think there is a difference how things affect,
The life you dream of going through.

The choice to be upset is but your own,
The laws of suffering you’ve carved in stone,
And then decided to forget
How world of suffering’s been made,
How you yourself created hate,
How your own thoughts make you upset.

And your own thoughts, so cherished whims,
Through which the pure Voice but ever dims,
Inside of your own tired mind –
Does all this really worth the strife,
That you are going through in life,
Unable happiness to find?

All your upsets and all your struggles here
Arise from only your own fear –
The fear of trading body for the Truth.
You think upsets are caused by unfair world,
But your own thoughts bring pain untold –
Yet seeing thus you still refuse.

Sonnets of Love: The Question

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.

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