and the world its mighty courtyard
let the eastern sky delight and the sun from you to me unite
for where you are is the other end of all and here i know i can reach right down through this oh so solid rock and touch you
there is nothing as transparent as reality
for the tissue of its existence is all in the mind
no force can be stopped by such playthings as rock and steel
only the dream connects for what is it connecting to
the life of being , the universal design, the source of all desire
one soul to be them all and one heart to forgive
each life a movie for the delight and love of all
to bring some psychic recording of all that was and will be and is
this tiny self the reflection of the entire universe and here recreates what is being created universally
and in the universe the vision of the divine awakening from this grain of soil brightens every darkness and sets the ancient soul aflame
for the divine seeks the self in thee and has no place to surrender but within the play here untold and waiting for its creation
there is a change that all this is bringing
a mighty ocean of unrest boiling with the heat of uncertainty
unable to hold its shoreline whipping waves and winds to the ends of the earth
a tsunami building from the eruption of the so solid earth to rip forth the truth from the depths of the unseen self
the deepest core of being that no tempest can ever touch
this life divine is forged in the crucible of the physical and no end can ever come from that union
the parade of the kings and the followings of the jesters and courts is coming to an end
the world in a peace that knows no serenity
a locked horns of immobility that cannot last
in this space a little truth has emerged and must have its chance have its opening
for truth cannot be denied, cannot be softened with lies can only burst forth from the untrammelled ground and shoot upwards with a joyous sound
this life becomes the freedom of the creation and the end of slavery to desire
and all that can walk away must run
before the battle resumes and all kingdoms come shattering down and the truce of forces fighting ends
and every innocent is marked for destruction as surely as every being in divines arms is sheltered
for this war has no end but emerges without concern for chaos is the nursery of truth and the life we know is the fruit of all pain, take this short time and seize the truth as your shield and grow light with its protection,for what created you has never left and all is the play of universal forces seeking to manifest one divine being
you are the seed and the fruit and the mother of the vine wrapped around the trunk of the tree of love
be fruitful and grow ever higher to the divine sky
its like a poem that has no end or beginning but is sung endlessly throughout all time and space
when i truly depart this mind it fills me with its rhymes and rhythms lines and verses words and wisdoms
there is no one here to tell the story so it tells itself and there is no end to its undying glory
for all is its truth and creation and manifestation and transformation for somewhere it seeks that which cannot be found but only become unknowingly that which has not yet emerged from what is to what cannot be imagined
in the smallest atom this work is done and each configuration there is the uncertainty of what it will become
and that which responds changes to its song, dancing to another beat of life that has every possibility and not stuck in the unchanging knowledge of demise and decline
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