We Humans are a funny lot!
Our Intelligence has not
evolved beyond the prejudices
of where we’re from
or where we now live
as if it is the sum
of who we really are.
Pre-judgments abound
with reasoning unsound
determining value and worth
of sacred life upon this Earth
based on where we’re from
or where we now live
on this tiny orb spinning in Space.
We attach our loves and hates
to North or South, East or West,
even Up and Down,
where notions of ‘good’ and ‘bad’
fill so many minds with fears
and all the primitive prejudices
of a perceptual Geography.
We Humans are a funny lot!
Shelley Wilson (April 20, 2014)
You say we live one life.
This may be true of you.
Perhaps it is your only life.
Of that, why should I argue?
Why should I deny your truth?
Perhaps it is your only life.
Yet I have lived before
in this and other lives.
My life’s a Deja Vu.
Endless possibilities
beckon to explore
in this and other lives
where I still live ‘before’
as in my lives ‘to come’
where I still live now too.
Life’s creations grow ever more,
the Multiverse expanding…
Life being and becoming
ever more, ever more…
I, too, am Energy Aware
playing with Space and Time,
growing in understanding
of Glorious Life expanding…
Everything is pure Energy.
Source Energy is what we are-
a Unity in Diversity-
each of us and every Star.
We are co-creating magicians
of disappearing particles
and lightly dancing waves,
appearing solid Life-forms
transcending human graves.
We are Source Energy beings-
some living in castles and caves-
in defensive, rigid beliefs
and fearful imaginings,
in griefs and judgments severe,
our lives controlled through fear.
We are Source Energy beings-
some jumping through Space and Time
between the There and Here,
between the Then and Now,
all part of the Magical Mystery
of the Only Here and Now.
Empowered and free at last,
some live our greatest joys
seeing One Wondrous Life
in countless wondrous forms,
Life’s ever-changing creations
in countless wondrous forms.
Some see choices lived before,
lives of Deja Vu,
and precious possibilities
of other choices too…
endless possibilities
in this and other lives
where we still live ‘before’
as in our lives ‘to come’
where we still live now too.
How do we fully comprehend
the Spirit of who we are?
We are part of All That Is. All Energy. One.
Though we may choose to disagree
about the nature of Life we see,
let Freedom be our guiding Force
on every journey from our Source,
being all that we can be.
Yes, perhaps this is your only life.
Yet I have lived before.
Romantic Love is a rich vein of undiscovered gold just beneath searching prospectors’ weary feet. It’s a hidden cave of ancient scrolls and artifacts awaiting the wisdom of a peaceful Day. It’s a buried pyramid of secret mysteries and celestial other-world treasures. This Love is an underground stream of water rising up to fountain-kiss the welcoming air. It’s a crystal prism transformed by light into a magical rainbow-wand. Freely expressed Romantic Love is a sparkling treasure-chest of jewels— diamonds, emeralds, sapphires and pearls in a painting, a poem, a song… It’s a future spaceship with a mission to explore new worlds Beyond where our Love is an advancing wave upon a cosmic sea of Universal Love…
In mirrored eyes
grown far older
I see myself
again a little child…
a little child
playing on the rough edge
of the K.L. gold camp…
It’s early morning…
The singing language
of small birds
surrounds me…
Our garden is filled
with fragrant lilacs
and bright masses
of colourful flowers…
The rain has passed
leaving behind small pools
of cool, clear water…
I’m making little mudpies…
little magic mudpies
that feel so divine—
their earth and water atoms
dancing in my hands…
I feel an expanding joy
in the golden morning light…
My heart is wide open…
My eyes are wide open…
I’m aware…aware
within me and above me…
high above me
and all around me
the loving golden light
is everywhere streaming
awareness…
Awareness…
I am here and there
and everywhere
light at play
and a little child…
a lighthearted little child
playing with light
and earth and water
in golden moments
never truly lost…
Shelley Wilson
January 26, 2014
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