oneness

All One

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We are all ONE
Being of Light
whose radiance
is clothed
with bodies of every race
and colour and size,
young and old,
male and female,
fit and infirm…
All ONE are we,
being of light,
whose brilliance
is overlaid
with minds and hearts
expressing countless levels
of awareness,
countless degrees of
mental and emotional intelligence,
countless layers of imaginative insight…
Experience-Creators, we travel
through stages of forgetfulness
up the Evolutionary Spiral
of Life’s magnificent Mystery
to the memory and glory
of our Highest Truth.
WE ARE ALL ONE.
July, 1997 revised January, 2006

Eulogy

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Eulogy
Now she walks the celestial paths
of cosmic dust and bright star-rays,
remembered by those she left behind
for her laughter and her gentle ways,
courageous heart, determined mind.
She journeys Beyond and travels Light.
Like a queen, she walks, with a crown of Love
upon her shining, ethereal tresses,
down heavenly roads that endless wind
past radiant orbs and reflective moons.
The rainbow-dress of her Soul sways
with sublime, graceful rhythms
as when her body danced with Time—
her Spirit in tune with the Universe.
She laughs at the illusion of dreaded Death,
aware of evolutionary trails to explore
that lead back to the oneness of All That Is.
How can we grieve for her greater gain?
She was here for a moment, as are we all,
but a moment filled with love is never a loss.
It enriches us, as when we find a vein of gold—
refining, transforming, beautifying…
Now she’s off to other adventures
but we shall meet again—
crossing starry paths here and there,
meeting in many dimensions,
walking together again…
July, 1998  revised April, 2004

Human Survival

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Human Survival
We are beings of pure energy, boundless and free—
more than the ever-changing flesh and blood we’d allow
to define and dictate our Life-linked destiny,
unaware of our oneness in the here and now.
Don’t bind us at birth’s first painful cry
to this planet’s slave-creating myths of the past.
Show our Genderless Souls that never die
our birthright of dignity and respect at long last.
Take us beyond our ancient cultures’ Written Words—
beyond the magic of alien-angel interventions—
past false promises in an ever-warring world—
choreographed events, and technologies transcending
dimensions.
Feed us the true milk and honey of Freedom’s LOVE,
not the poison of illusion-creating fears.
Remind us of our power to rise above
Sleep-Walkers Shadow-lands of torments and tears.
Free us of all that promotes and celebrates Pain
as the “glorious means” to a Spiritual end.
Teach us that in the Spirit of Unity we gain.
A wounded World waits to heal and to mend.
January, 2002

The Mystery of Love

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The Mystery of Love
You and I are the Mystery of Love—
the bright, white light of Love—
that creative Spirit
from which the Universe
is ever creating Itself anew.
We are That, behind the masks of Time,
beyond the shadow-plays of fear
in which we entertain ourselves.
You and I are Love Creators
adorned with Self-forgetful robes of roles
that hide the naked glory
of our unlimited, unfettered Being.
We are the magical One in Many
pretending to be ‘there’ and ‘then’
when all the while we’re always ‘here’ and ‘now’,
conjuring Space and Time to suit our purpose.
Awake, aware, and alive to our Essence,
we are awesome, wondrous, and splendid beyond words.
How do we express the enrapturing bliss
of who we are?
Remember our Oneness, Love!!!
December, 1998