The Music On Which Thoughts Dwell
PROVE GOD'S GRACE p9
Life is simple, yet in a riddle
The answer to the mystery, is always visible.
You know the truth the World is filled with, now
Listen to the Voice, that is within you.
In your heart, afraid to be
The attributes of God that moves all things
Within the conflict, there is Unity.
Poles of opposites, but one line of Energy.
We come into this mortal flesh
Believing in our own omnipotence,
Clinging to desire and pride,
Lost in the waves of historic time.
But you are a Guardian that grows like a rose.;
Be strong in Faith, so Virtue will grow.
Every human can still arrive to understand
Why, in this world...Goodness survives.
Believe in who you REALLY are...
The Love Child of God with all the power.
The clarity of Mind you put behind
Recall!...amd justify being Divine.
Someone always suffers more than you.
Succor those who need you to be true
Love can turn to jealous hate...
But you can always give love, and prove God's Grace!
THERE IS LOVE p7
Have you ever noticed, How the universe bends?...
As miracles happen and mercy lends...
How prayers are answered and Dreams do come true,
But only when Faith is Shining through you.
No need to give up. No need to pretend.
The gravity of Lovingness, Makes straight lines bend.
Dry your eyes, See the day. Put all your old sadnesses away.
Let your natural song be heard. Halleluyah!
Let Love be your Heart's...Only Word.
Be free from remorse. Turn over that leaf!
The Self that shares Love, Has no need to weep.
So if you're looking for Love, You don't have to rush.
There IS Love in this Universe, and
It expresses, Through us!
THE MUSIC ON WHICH THOUGHTS DWELL p3
One day, not very long ago,
I sat by the sea, with a seal.
"Please", I pleaded, "I know it's a dream,
But couldn't we share this meal?"
His wise old eyes, so tired and wild,
Searched the sea and the landing.
But all the while, he was feeling inside
My heart, for understanding.
At last he decided there was no need,
To fear a being so frail...so he
Rolled this way, and then rolled that,
And even, flopped his tail!
Ohh! What can we do, but listen and watch,
And see what Time will tell.
So until then, it all depends,
On the music on which thoughts dwell.
Now we hold the horizon close to the eye,
And watch waves roll to the shore;
By the warmth of the Sun, we're embraced as one,
And feel happily free, to dream silly puns....
In the splendid freedom of dreams so fun.
When again I remember in wonder
The time I sat with a seal by the sea,
Feeling his loving Friendship towards me.
EVERY THOUGHT p10
The mind is not always our friend.
We'd rather not be victim to It's wandering....
So brilliant at times, not always wise,
Does it matter, if we live or die....?
Every thought we think, affects us.
Like a spider spinning lines connecting.
Caught in the living weave, like dew drops clinging,
Spinning in circles, the song unfinished.
Dressed or undressed, the mind keeps going.
Breathing in and out, with longing...
Trying to control the journey....
Suffocated in the grip of timeless churning.
In dreams the mind goes on weaving designs.
Wandering, it windes, singing sublimely....
In the language of the soul...eternal and transitory Light;
This gift of Thought inspired, again reborn and bright!

Just above, and to the left of each poem,
there is an Audio Track of me reciting the poem
It's Own Breath
Life after Life, Death after Death; alone on the Trail, with just It's own Breath.
Spinning and falling, rizing and calling, on the Name of a Friend, closer to our hearts,
Than my hand to this pen.
In this Life It's concealed, in a fabric so real....as this flesh.
Yet more real still are the blessings received, perceiving the Friend as this Breath.
Ancient, undying, honest and wise, our Breath reveals all, within space and time.
Pulvereized, thrashed, stretched, snapping back, awed and inspired
We're delivered intact.
This Friend so deeply within us living, walks alone, or we confirm It's Being;
Talks to Itself, unless we listen, then finally moves on.....with the Breath it has given.
Authentic Breath is the Name of our Friend, whose Sacred Guardianship, allows our transcendence.
If we honor the thread, Self lives, is not Dead, when into Life after blissful Life...
We are led.
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