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Poems
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Imagine by Rev. Stan Howse
As The New Day Dawns by William Simpson
The Eternal Now by Rev. Stan Howse
The Dance by William Simpson
Affliction And Indifference by William Simpson
A Poem By Rabindranath
Tagore
Another Poem By
Rabindranath Tagore
What I Look Forward To by Christine Lubbe
A
Third Poem By Rabindranath Tagore
A Fourth Poem By
Rabindranath Tagore
A
Fifth Poem By Rabindranath Tagore
What Is Spirit? By C.J.
Lamando
Inside Of Thee By Robert Hensel
Beyond Limitations By Robert Hensel
Let It Be By Robert Hensel
God Alone By Alan Brooks
Conceived by Sarah Chaplin
Circles by anonymous
Thought Monster - Monstrous Thought by Joanne
Armstrong
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Imagine what it would be
like
To accept and believe
That all the good our Father has
Can never be achieved
Through all the striving that we do.
To make ourselves "worthwhile".
Imagine we could hear Her
Voice say,
"All mine is yours, my child.
I love you, not for what you do,
Or say, or try to be...
I love you just because you are you
While imagining you are me."
Imagine, if you can this
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God's in you all the while,
Imagining Himself as clay
As Father, Mother, Child.
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As the new day dawns
The mist slowly evaporates.
Blending into the morning sun
In an intimate fleeting embrace.
The blossoming flowers dip and pray
Opening to new joy, new life.
So this day opens for me.
I begin anew.
Each breath a new existence
Freshly carved and shaped by
My willingness to share it with You.
As the blossom of my heart
Gently awakens and turns
Toward the entrancing gleam of
Your radiating presence,
Every goodness awaits me.
I am new again.
I am healed and refreshed again.
I am united with your persistent love again
I am glorified and redeemed again.
I am Your newborn child.
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I am here to be me
For better or worse.
An attitude, an insight,
A blessing or curse.
I'm here as you see me,
I walk as you will,
And "as you believe",
I give all, or nil.
No past and no future,
I am just today -
Expecting no quarter,
No "instant replay".
I am this instant,
The Eternal Now.
There's nothing outside me,
And I give you this vow:
I am What I am and will be What I'll be.
In Me you're forgiven, in Me you are free.
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The gentle zephyr brushes against the willow branch,
It drifts in waltzing motion to the thrill.
The ocean tide rolls and slides onto the shore,
Glistening in its reflected joy.
The cloud imperceptibly transforms its multi-dimensional halo of
light,
Entrancing the souls of children and dreamers.
The motherly dove fluttering to build her spring nest,
Cooing the mysterious music of birth.
The throbbing heart of the expectant lover,
Hovering in eager longing for the appearance of her
delayed beloved.
The elderly woman, body worn and consumed by years of toil
Shuffles toward Bethlehem embodied in her tousled bed.
The scuttling frantic thoughts of a fearful youth trapped in
turmoil,
Ensnared outside his reason and wisdom, running away
from his self respect.
All these tremulous waves of expanding motion,
Whirling, trembling, wandering, writhing, drifting
All shadows of Your intricate weaving dance,
Lightly moving to the music of ecstasy.
(For additional poems, see
"From The Path - Verses From The Mystic Journey" by clicking
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Copyright 2004 by The Conscious
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It's
time to read this inspiring collection of spiritual poetry written by
the founder and Director of The Conscious Living Foundation, William
Simpson.
From The Path - Verses on the Mystic Journey -
$11.99.
Find out why the
critics are saying, "...sheer joyful wisdom, wonder, warmth and wild
beauty... The language is stunning... I think From The Path is
more than just a book of poems. It is a way of thinking and being that
comes from our connection with language and the power of words." -
BookIdeas.com
"A spiritual bullet
that will penetrate your soul with excitement for the written word..
poems filled with inspiration about... faith, love and beliefs. An
appealing book of wisdom... a wonderful gift or tool for your own soul
searching." - Midwest Book Review
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Everywhere on this blue-green
planet
Life is teeming with
Labor and play,
Affliction and indifference.
Somewhere in a trash-littered alley
Cracked concrete and wet cardboard providing a pillow,
Lies a brother wearing the dull threadbare coat of despair.
If my joy in Thee does not include
Comforting and care for him
To what end is my joy known?
Somewhere in a small arid village
Cracked sun-parched clay providing a pillow,
A small sunken-eyed child is wearily starving to death.
If my love-delight in Thee does not include
Nurturing and protection for her
To what end is my love known?
Somewhere in a smoky shout-filled street
Cracked upturned earth and shards of metal providing a pillow,
Lies a torn soldier, eyes lost in the shock of death’s last tremor.
If my tears of tender sympathy for Thee do not
include
Consolation and practical succor for him
To what end is my sympathy known?
Everywhere on this blue-green planet
Life is teeming with
Labor and play,
Affliction and indifference.
(For additional poems, see
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When I give up the helm I know that the
time has come for thee to take it. What there is to do will be instantly
done. Vain is this struggle.
Then
take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, and
think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed.
These
my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying to light
them I forget all else again and again.
But I
shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, come silently and take they seat
here.
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The time that my
journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the
chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the
wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most
distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most
intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveler has to
knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through
all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far
and wide before I shut them and said “Here art thou!”
The question and
the cry “Oh, where?” melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the
world with the flood of the assurance “I am!”
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My God,
You know me,
You made me,
You hear me when I talk,
when I think...
You are in me
these days I can feel your
warmth in my chest when I think of you
I see you in the ocean, in
the trees, in the sky blue
I have so much to realize,
please will you be patient
with me?
Please hold me tight and
help me to be set free.
I so wish to make you proud
and have you smile when a thought of me crosses Your mind
I wish to change my life and
to be loving and kind,
I dream of running into your
arms, and having talks with You over the things You made,
sand, life, water, taste,
love,
the creatures beyond and
above,
about science and faith,
about the solar system and the pyramids.
I want to live this life to
please you, so that one day, we may share these conversations.
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Light, my
light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening
light!
Ah, the light
dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling,
the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes
over the earth.
The butterflies
spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up
on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is
shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in
profusion.
Mirth spreads from
leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's
river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
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That I should make
much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting coloured shadows on
thy radiance - such is thy Maya.
Thou settest a
barrier in Thine own being and then callest thy severed self in myriad
notes. This thy self-separation has taken body in me.
The poignant song
is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms and
hopes; waves rise up and sing again, dreams break and form. In me is
thy own defeat of self.
This screen that
thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures with the brush of the
night and the day. Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries
of curves, casting away all barren lines of straightness.
The great pageant
of thee and me has overspread the sky. With the tune of thee and me
all the air is vibrant, and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of
thee and me.
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Thus it is
that thy joy in me is so full. Thus it is that thou has come down to
me. O thou lord of all heavens, where would be thy love if I were not?
Thou hast taken me
as thy partner of all this wealth. In my heart is the endless play of
thy delight. In my life thy will is ever taking shape.
And for this, thou
who art the King of kings hast decked thyself in beauty to captivate my
heart. And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover,
and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.
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(I would that I could decant the stuff of the
interior sphere –
the essence of being)
Words to clothe the invisible man
Within the I of infinite span?
A task best left to each on his own;
To sense, not determine as marrow to
bone!
Distinguish and catalog spirit in vain!
An ether for body and mind to entrain?
An essence? An aspect? A quality given?
Delivered at birth in chariot driven?
Attempting a model to teach or to plan
Is likened to atoms which science of man
Assigns them a nature in theory sublime,
And each though at first and a period of
time,
Explaineth in detail and truth doth uncover,
Finds still it’s lacking in one way or other.
Evolving it is, and so must its model!
And futile attempting to capture in bottle
Elixir specific for time immemorial
Or testament general for purpose tutorial.
The spirit unfolding revealeth its needs
To serve; or to rule; or to practice good
deeds.
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I kneel down before the shallow waters,
to reveal my own reflection. Just a mere window of the soul, is all that
my eye's can be detecting. For what all that I consume, is not all that
there is. We must look beneath the visual shell, for that is where we
live. Reach deep my friend, and you shall find much more than you
conceive. For who or what we may become, exist inside of thee.
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Placing one foot in front of the other,
I've climbed to higher lengths. Reaching beyond my own limitations, to
show my inner strength. No obstacle to hand for this warrior to
overcome. I'm just a man on a mission to prove, my disability hasn't
won.
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Let it be,
that I may someday touch the stars.
When all time for me has expired,
and the soul begins to part.
Guide me through the heavens,
where life one day began.
A perfect creation,
molded right out of
our Fathers loving hands.
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Lonely as the desert breeze,
When You hide from me and tease.
But I'll keep seeking You forever.
And when I find You then I'll know,
It was all just a show,
And I'll keep loving You forever.
God alone, to be my own,
God alone, forever after.
You and me, eternally,
Will live this beautiful life together.
There will be such bliss for me,
That I will want to share it with others.
This will be my soul victory,
When You are mine, all mine.
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| The Bee by Chani
Warnasuriya |
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Thank You, Dear God,
For the richness of Your nectar
Spread so widely
In my beloved flowers,
Let me gather in abundance
this rich variety of liquid
freshness
Exultantly!
To build up for You a kingdom
In secret,
A tower
Multiple celled
For Your glory!
A marvel of Your design
And my own Bee-zy work!
Amen
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| The Cow by Chani
Warnasuriya |
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Lord, I chew and I Moo,
And I moo as I chew.
So free... in Your grassy meadows.
For who else can better
Muse at leisure
And chew the cud
With such pleasure;
For whom else are the springs
By the grassy greens
And the wide open spaces
To roam?
And at eventide,
When the farmer chides
And drives me all
In a bunch
to his ranch,
Please make me fruitful
With a pail or two
Of milk... of mild divine.
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| The Butterfly by Chani
Warnasuriya |
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Lord,
Yes... I am here,
And also, yes, yes... I am there now
Where am I?
I don't know;
I want to be everywhere.
O how beautiful!
Is it all of it,
This world...
This sweet scent of the rose
And sparkle of dew on blossoms?
And fairies painting fancies
On my wings?
Then I must flutter and flutter,
To paint pictures in the wind
The finishing touch
To a great panorama.
Lord, please hld me for a moment
In time,
I have something
To whisper,
To You!
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| The Elephant by Chani
Warnasuriya |
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I am Your elephant,
Dear God,
Big and mighty as You have made me.
But pardon me
If I also tell You
How uncomfortable I feel
About my big self.
Your jungles are a mess
When I walk,
Stampeding Your slender grass
With my lousy feet,
Making the earth crack beneath.
Help me be humble,
Make me wise,
And incline my intelligence to
follow
Your decrees,
And as I raise my lone arm
In homage to You,
Fill it with thoughts about You!
Thank you!
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| The Cock by Chani
Warnasuriya |
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Please do bear with me
For calling on You so early,
Dear God,
For it is I who usher in Your day,
Wake up the household folks,
And get them on their feet,
Being your dutiful servant,
I need Your special attention
To keep up to Your expectations.
So, Lord,
Do give me
A dash of Your seraphic splendor and
effulgence
A little of Your glimmer,
Each day,
That I may proclaim Your glory aloud
And announce it joyfully,
Cock - a - doodle - doo,
in the wake up call to them all,
Down here!
Amen
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I close my eyes
and spin in a whirlpool vortex of light and sound
I am
delightfully inundated by the texture of the divine
Cleverly
disguised as a tangible object captured by physical form
Frozen in time
and space
Like a purely
crystallized musical lyric
Serenading me
with the voice of a thousand angels
Faintly
whispering melodies of times gone before yet distantly present
An oddly sweet
paradigm of reality
I crave to be
able to stand wholly within its fullness
And sense its
presence with utter clarity of focus
Sight unseen, it
undulates through and around me
Like the caress
of the teasing gentle breeze
It calls to me
playfully
I shout out with
a ragged tormented breath
Begging for it
to reveal to me its beautiful elusive face
My frustration
chases it to the bare outskirts of my consciousness
Sternly warning
me of my foolishness
I feel
lightheaded and a giggle escapes my lips
Enticing me out
of my self imposed cocoon
Into a familiar
abyss of joyful knowing
I am invited to
dance within this awesome presence
To shed my many
layers of knowledge and doubt
I AM FINALLY
CONCEIVED!
I feel my
formless attention being nurtured and swathed inside a bottomless
womb
I am not alone,
but yet there are no others here
I am infinite
and expansive, I am suddenly encompassing
The Earth, the
Sun, the Moon, the entire Cosmos
To my delight I
am fuller than the Cosmos, I am full POTENTIALITY
Layer upon layer
of unmanifest consciousness, further yet
I find I must
abandon the accustomed mind to assimilate this new understanding
Unbridled ,
virgin POWER explodes as I witness the “Big Bang” of the foundation
Of existence. I
am beyond thought, beyond emotion, beyond reason, beyond dimension,
As I marvel in
the stillness and simplicity of Creation Unfolding.
I begin to
wonder about humanity, mortality, and the privilege that launched
this incredible insight…. And I find myself slipping back into
disbelief and second-guessing, and back into my body…
With one big
difference:
Inspiration to
start all over again.
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We are circles, in
circles
Brushing and
touching
Reaching and
breaching
Our narrow confines
Giving and needing
Following, leading
Calling and heeding
Reciting our lines
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I anticipate this is going to take time.
Assuming.
Guessing.
Fact. And no facts.
Comprehend. Yes. This conceivable idea.
No. Inconceivable. Or not entirely conceivable.
Certain.
Certain ambiquity.
Conclusion? Consider for a moment…
Hush.
Backwards.
Forwards.
Round
Around.
Envisage, briefly, the unexpected.
Epiphany.
Guess at it. Hold on to it.
Surmise.
A realisation. Presumptuous!
Backtrack.
Reminisce.
Hold.
Image. Time. Idea.
Ask question.
Question answer.
Suppose.
A rationalisation?
Gone.
Just like that.
Understanding.
No. Discombobulation.
I think. Too much.
I think I think too much.
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