Thankyou for reflections,
of a secret desire
of 'hide and hide in'.
Denied
and denying light,
to be.
As ruled within
Exclusively.
A jealous god
Asserted Me.
Nothing new
Automatic.
Fixed Idea.
Lifeless
Static
Came thus change,
An opposition,
War to regain
what never was
yet seems holy
now it's lost.
Hate made holy,
justified.
Whole made hateful,
Death the price.
Shattered love
made hostage
extruded to its
body package
Set within
futility
By killing wholeness
'Me' to be.
But change,
changes,
to re-cognition.
Perspective
wakes
from false
position.
Reversed reversal,
the lie undone,
but not to raise
another one.
Wakened heart
to love embrace.
The moment moves,
and moving,
knows.
In true of being
ever new
to be the very
You of you
Because - just because!
Be Cause in motion.
No hate-feared other,
but free embrace
as movement freely
feels to know.
Embrace rejection's messenger
for what is pushed away is kept.
while hidden.
False can only seem
while dreaming,
victim to a dream,
you chose, then hid
in loveless world
or 'Them!'
In reply to:
Michael Burns
Showing posts with label poesy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poesy. Show all posts
2016/07/17
2011/10/31
Awakening Joy, triggering loss.
The energetic quality of being
is of such joy
as is un imaginable
to a me-thinking split-off mind.
But any sense of losing such joy
is exactly the trigger
for a me-thinking to assert itself
as if actually split off.
For abandoning intent
by law brings abandonment
in mind that yet plays out in
an independence of will.
So abiding as trust
as living faith
is the choice to disregard
the ego shout.
Stop now!
Be free of the voice for fear
And suffering becomes the sign
of a self-willing hurt
that offers continuity of self
but blocks love eternal
from It’s Own.
Here now the sky
receives even the suffering
exactly as it is
and hiding nothing
allows everything
to being itself
Such ordinary moment
as eternity reflects
is the willingness
to see and be
Loves presence
Only.
brian in a moment
is of such joy
as is un imaginable
to a me-thinking split-off mind.
But any sense of losing such joy
is exactly the trigger
for a me-thinking to assert itself
as if actually split off.
For abandoning intent
by law brings abandonment
in mind that yet plays out in
an independence of will.
So abiding as trust
as living faith
is the choice to disregard
the ego shout.
Stop now!
Be free of the voice for fear
And suffering becomes the sign
of a self-willing hurt
that offers continuity of self
but blocks love eternal
from It’s Own.
Here now the sky
receives even the suffering
exactly as it is
and hiding nothing
allows everything
to being itself
Such ordinary moment
as eternity reflects
is the willingness
to see and be
Loves presence
Only.
brian in a moment
2010/10/13
Pray to say - and get out of the way
Let this mind be still of self judgement.
Let this heart be open to this moment.
May all things rest in my awareness,
with no story of division.
I come to ask, as I am moved,
and moving, meet resistance;
a mind in me that calls on guilt,
in darkness of exclusion.
Let me hear true!
I want to hear true,
for the being of life,
and the seeing of life,
as one with true.
I have thought my way into a maze and think I must think my way out.
Reveal to my mind the simple light of truth!
I felt my feelings condemn me in a dark and lonely hell.
Reveal to me my Self - where peace extends!
I wanted you dear heart, to be with, and to be with me,
in form that touched me in desire to be so known and oh so loved!
And made of you an idol of loss, of limitation, fear and guilt.
for I believed the the lonely thoughts - that say I am as they,
and longed for love as if my self was unlike love.
So help me,
and let me know Thy Help,
help the love, you Be me,
know itself directly.
Paths within a world unlove,
cannot be found.
They are not there!
And seeming lost, abandoned, sense,
that I, in mind, does err,
Attending thought in false pretence,
as if a worthy prayer.
I made myself experience,
of world that isn't there.
A prison painted out.
Imaginary walls,
exclude the life,
lock in, the demon thought,
that turns the spit,
the guilt fire pit.
That paints the sham,
to hide from shame,
but knows full well,
impotent spell.
For love lost, cost,
all that lives,
and mere things never,
such life give.
Unless from the cell, and spell undone,
is shifted to the Living One.
In dream forsaken - let me then forsake,
abiding sleep - I wouldst awake!
for love’s true need,
above my sake.
Holy Spirit in the heart,
listening for peace.
Listening for peace in my heart.
Resting in desire for peace.
Let peace be in my heart!
Let peace be in thy heart!
May peace be.
And be in peace,
A mind unwhole in agitation,
was here as if my own.
Let peace restore me from,
imagination!
i will
to let myself be still ...
brian in a moment
Let this heart be open to this moment.
May all things rest in my awareness,
with no story of division.
I come to ask, as I am moved,
and moving, meet resistance;
a mind in me that calls on guilt,
in darkness of exclusion.
Let me hear true!
I want to hear true,
for the being of life,
and the seeing of life,
as one with true.
I have thought my way into a maze and think I must think my way out.
Reveal to my mind the simple light of truth!
I felt my feelings condemn me in a dark and lonely hell.
Reveal to me my Self - where peace extends!
I wanted you dear heart, to be with, and to be with me,
in form that touched me in desire to be so known and oh so loved!
And made of you an idol of loss, of limitation, fear and guilt.
for I believed the the lonely thoughts - that say I am as they,
and longed for love as if my self was unlike love.
So help me,
and let me know Thy Help,
help the love, you Be me,
know itself directly.
Paths within a world unlove,
cannot be found.
They are not there!
And seeming lost, abandoned, sense,
that I, in mind, does err,
Attending thought in false pretence,
as if a worthy prayer.
I made myself experience,
of world that isn't there.
A prison painted out.
Imaginary walls,
exclude the life,
lock in, the demon thought,
that turns the spit,
the guilt fire pit.
That paints the sham,
to hide from shame,
but knows full well,
impotent spell.
For love lost, cost,
all that lives,
and mere things never,
such life give.
Unless from the cell, and spell undone,
is shifted to the Living One.
In dream forsaken - let me then forsake,
abiding sleep - I wouldst awake!
for love’s true need,
above my sake.
Holy Spirit in the heart,
listening for peace.
Listening for peace in my heart.
Resting in desire for peace.
Let peace be in my heart!
Let peace be in thy heart!
May peace be.
And be in peace,
A mind unwhole in agitation,
was here as if my own.
Let peace restore me from,
imagination!
i will
to let myself be still ...
brian in a moment
2010/07/28
Light Reading
I smile to read you in a playful poesy.
Words can feed dictums, dogmas and downright lies.
The light of the projector rises through the film to shift attention from the movie plot of projected identifications to the awakening of the light itself. A clarity perfect, inclusive and all pervading, the very light of perfect love - whose modification as hues and forms through the prism of its own thought in no way changes the light or the nature of love.
A game is a game while playing is a joy - but when one tires of the game it is to be cast aside, let go, move on. The game of becoming a someone is a game of hide, and seek.
The idea is not to never get found. The idea is not to seek forever.
The idea is to play together. Expressing the togetherness of love in play.
Togetherness is not many.
When the children hurt themselves, they return to their parent and be held.
They are righted of their fears of wayward fancy and are restored to be-hold.
Mind is creative.
True creation is aligned with the Father's Light.
The Light and Nature of the First.
One without a second.
The Son is the Father's love and not a thing apart.
The Movement of "I Am That I Am" is no lonely ghost.
The veil of self apart is to be transcended - in place.
You cant let go of that which you are trying to become or overcome!
True love awakens the mind from its distractions.
At first it is as if the dream becomes perfect.
But then the light within knows itself anew,
in the always ever new.
Words fall off the page
meanings dissolve in laughter
there's no one here to catch them
Too close to love, nowhere else to be from which to speak.
Let all be as it is, and unsaid, let all be revealed.
Presentations as empty forms
a veil of surface perceptions
is it a smudge around the edges of clear light?
Be careful if you pick it up again.
A world in which 'a someone' is defined,
confined, and who has lost the light of Mind
for fragmented forms as fear makes blind.
Put the weapon down!
Be moved and move from being.
pass by the habit of self.
Let the love play of our shared Will
forget, neglect and cease to expect,
an external will to witness to You.
brian-in-a-moment
Words can feed dictums, dogmas and downright lies.
The light of the projector rises through the film to shift attention from the movie plot of projected identifications to the awakening of the light itself. A clarity perfect, inclusive and all pervading, the very light of perfect love - whose modification as hues and forms through the prism of its own thought in no way changes the light or the nature of love.
A game is a game while playing is a joy - but when one tires of the game it is to be cast aside, let go, move on. The game of becoming a someone is a game of hide, and seek.
The idea is not to never get found. The idea is not to seek forever.
The idea is to play together. Expressing the togetherness of love in play.
Togetherness is not many.
When the children hurt themselves, they return to their parent and be held.
They are righted of their fears of wayward fancy and are restored to be-hold.
Mind is creative.
True creation is aligned with the Father's Light.
The Light and Nature of the First.
One without a second.
The Son is the Father's love and not a thing apart.
The Movement of "I Am That I Am" is no lonely ghost.
The veil of self apart is to be transcended - in place.
You cant let go of that which you are trying to become or overcome!
True love awakens the mind from its distractions.
At first it is as if the dream becomes perfect.
But then the light within knows itself anew,
in the always ever new.
Words fall off the page
meanings dissolve in laughter
there's no one here to catch them
Too close to love, nowhere else to be from which to speak.
Let all be as it is, and unsaid, let all be revealed.
Presentations as empty forms
a veil of surface perceptions
is it a smudge around the edges of clear light?
Be careful if you pick it up again.
A world in which 'a someone' is defined,
confined, and who has lost the light of Mind
for fragmented forms as fear makes blind.
Put the weapon down!
Be moved and move from being.
pass by the habit of self.
Let the love play of our shared Will
forget, neglect and cease to expect,
an external will to witness to You.
brian-in-a-moment
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