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COPYRIGHT © SOUL NURSERY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Most of the poems you can read here are inspired by Experiences of a poetic kind related to my study of A Course Of Miracles. Each poem is like a living being, radiating its own beautiful energy. With some minor exceptions, the English tends to be spot on. Usually, when the English is not perfect, it lends to the beauty of the poetry. Does blindness have to fault me before I reach for lessons in seeing? Does thinking isolated thoughts have to fault me before I reach for awareness? Does a thought of guilt have to fault me before I reach for forgiveness? What happened to singularity of awareness? Division – divided vision – split mind… oops. (alienated, separated, not speaking, at odds, on bad terms, in disagreement, of two minds) Looks familiar? "When you realize, that it is you you fear, the mind perceives itself as split. And this had been concealed while you believed attack could be directed outward, and returned from outside to within." pg. 375 You are not An interference Seemingly limiting Expression of your love. Light of knowing Too beautiful... Full engagement or total ignorance? Anti-Poem Delirious mind Needed a drop of Your love. Yes, A touch of your kindness The light in your eyes communicates Instantly. An elixir of life is not a secret. It is in your presence, Angel, It is your own light. Please, do not judge If we miss again. Dark night Mind-made error bestows Has it own rules Written in Plain text, bared specifics, As imaginativeless quantity of hell Dictates. “Condemn your savior not because he thinks he is a body. For beyond his dreams is his reality. But he must learn he is a savior first, before he can remember what he is… He must be savior from the dream he made, that he be free of it. He must see someone else as not a body, one with him without the wall the world has built to keep apart all living things who know not what they live… You cannot wake yourself. You can let yourself be wakened. You can overlook your brother’s dreams. So perfectly can you forgive him his illusions he becomes your savior from your dreams. As you see him shining in the space of light where Truth abides within the darkness, you will see that Truth is where his body is. Before this light the body disappears, as heavy shadows must give way to light. In glory you will see your brother then, and understand what really fills the gap so long perceived as keeping you apart. Whom you forgive is given power to forgive you your illusions. By your gift of freedom is it given unto you.” Pg.611 “When another recognizes you, That recognition draws the dimension of Being more fully into this world Through both of you. That is the love that redeems the world. Only beyond form, in Being, you are equal, And only when you find the formless dimension in yourself Can there be true love in that relationship. The Presence that you are, the timeless I am, recognizes itself in another, And the other, feels loved, that is to say, recognized. To love is to recognize yourself in another. The other’s “otherness” Then stands revealed as an illusion Pertaining to the purely human realm, the realm of form.” A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle, Pg.105 DRAMA Angry blind self being also deaf screams, I want to know Why I suffer, Why I fell out of Heaven Damn it! Being too emotional over What cannot ever be, Its storming feelings, Just like a cloud Block the desired view, The recognition of serenity I cannot depart from. Nothingness of body is ludicrous to unseeing mind Which resides in such fragile house. To the tempest Sky is a dream. Conscious broadcasting You got exposed to the light Eyes transmit, Into this sector of relative obscurity. Being touched by its enormous power Now is your mind searching For its return. Exquisite beauty And indescribable love Burst the belief-bubble The purpose of your presence here You thought was about. Though you remember the eyes That flowed light in, They are nothing of themselves. Lifeless structures To be drowned in oblivion. Look, I am suffering! Blind self slammed invisible door Behind itself Announcing into ether, Love, Come here to get me, So we can be together again. Look, What a mess I am without you.  SEEKER While being schooled by Pathological idiots I turned into an infidel Of weird kind, A spy on divinity. Normalization neuters any ounce of conscience Turning flock into a compliant mass While calling ignorance patriotic. Working undercover, I kept looking for a sign. Then it came, To find a place Where people are Faith tolerant. So here I am Sweet California! Blind self Being enthused over What positive thinking can do, Is too shortsighted To glimpse The recognition of What thinking cannot do, To lead me out of dream-land. Corpus related realist Thinks of a happy dream as being An ultimate winner within the game. Bricks of fear materializing Into mental structures Isolated self illuminates Through its attention to them, While being unaware over Who has the power. Look what I fear, It shouts Trying to get other selves To join in agreement. Self can handle (CAPITALIZED) (to supply power, to authorize, to convert unshared into shared, to determine value) Mind splits into two-ness, each section connects to its master. Self linked through Link Operates mind (perceptual mechanism) From level Its completion sees, knows, Using its own unlimited presence And uncontained potency To give meaning to details of the perceived dream. A little self, Being grounded and blind to any other context than its littleness can conceive of, Gives meaning to details Using its limited means. Only one can handle the dreaming without panicking. CELL CONTAINED? Corporate kingdom Where Kings Are made Out of Corps. How To raise mind (perceptual mechanism) Into elevations of love and joy Without Crushing the system?
By Training The system to be answered By such altitude. UNIFIED MIND No matter how successful I am, Corporate domain gets to be flat and boring Once I glimpsed What actually Lies beyond. In that instance I saw Why body cannot be sick! Because the space It is In Is occupied by joy of Endlessness Which eternal Perfection Writes flawless Instruction Only! Through my recognition I now welcome The error-free awareness To fully occupy Space Knows as ‘Pavla’ Instead of the error of split I made. At the moment Mind is willing to depend On Endlessness For its dear life, The denial of power is broken, And I am free. “Sickness is a demand the body be a thing that it is not. Its nothingness is guarantee that it can not be sick. The body that is asked to be a god will be attacked, because its nothingness has not been recognized. And so it seems to be a thing with power in itself. As something, it can be perceived and thought to feel and act, and hold you in its grasp as prisoner to itself.” Pg.610 PERCEPTUAL GAME Is that what Imagination Can do, Present itself as Love? The other self I see out there, Is or is not There? Its body is there to be perceived, Touched, talked to, desired. How convincing! "There is a light in you the world can not perceive. And with its eyes you will not see this light, for you are blinded by the world." pg.359 Due to increased impatience of the system, Only few poems can be posted at a time. If you wish, you can join poetry in pictures sign up sheet! |
