Only God Knows

In This Present Moment

'Lest we Forget' (Anzac Day)

The trumpet sang its tune, as if it were written just for it. It pulls at our tightened heartstrings, even though we've forgotten just quite why. 

We are called to mind again, of a time that we simply cannot lose sight of.  It is  stated very knowingly, by the phrase 'Lest we forget.'

As that last note, that 'Last Post' from the trumpet, echoes through the valleys of a time that has long since gone, we are reminded once again, of the great legacy that marches on. 

When your Eyes are Closed.

  Silvery grey-smudged clouds, were painted  into the pencilled horizon.

   Sun-bleached, blue sky, arced above her downcast eyes, a dreamy frequency, of the deepest oceans blue.  

  She floated sleepily, on the gentlest of breezes, high above the soothing, calming, shimmering bay, that lapped about her feet. 

  For the briefest  of moments, she was selflessly absorbed into the music about her.

  Into the notes of a song, that you only hear, when your eyes are closed. 

Falling Far

  Just as the experienced climber, doesn't experience heights, the same way an inexperienced one does.

 

  A capable spiritual seeker doesn't fear losing his grip  on a  world, that is slowly slipping  from his grasp. 

  He is confident that the rope of faith and purity,  tied securely about his waist, will save him from falling far. 

  A fear of the unknown is only a fear, if we  are without trust and confidence in God. 

One Frame at a Time.

You can only watch one channel at a time, one frame at a time.  

  Same way, we can only be in this moment, but we have to let go of our thoughts, and get swept into the bliss of each experience.       

  Every experience, can then be perceived free from the encumbrance, of fear and doubt, past and future.

 

In an Instant

I looked into your eyes 

and instantly I loved you.

It  was your pure, Divine essence,

and overwhelming presence,

that threw me. 

It was your sweet tempered, loving nature, 

that moved me.

I looked into your eyes 

and instantly I loved you. 

Inside my head I shied from Thee,

but inside my heart, 

I cried for Thee.

When I looked into your eyes, 

you disentangled me from my pride.

All the stuff I thought I knew,

meant nothing,

here in front of you.

All the stuff I thought I'd done, 

was all your will,

your game,

your fun.

This game I thought I'd played for me, 
was all your plan, 

to help me see. 

That all's your will, 
and that I'm a part of Thee. 

I looked into your eyes 

and you mirrored back my pride,

I'd wasted all this time it seemed 

and I felt hollow deep inside.

I didn't think I'd ever see,

till I stood in front of Thee. 

Then instantly I knew,

you'd come to set me free.

All these doubts and fears inside, 

had always been a lie. 

The truth behind the lies,

was something I had to find. 

When I stood in front of you,

it was in an instant that I knew. 

To finally be free, 

it was my love for me,

I had to see.  

My love for me, 

as Thee, 

could finally set me free. 

It was when I looked into your eyes, 

that I saw what love could be.

That silent and empty stillness,
was flowing infinitely,
from Thee to me.

I looked into your eyes

and instantly I loved you,

It was your pure, Divine essence 

and overwhelming presence,

that moved me. 

It was your love and compassion, 
for every living thing, 
that threw me.

The Heart

Contentment & Joy

Imagine

More or Less

Change

The Whole Universe

Forgive

=Joy

Expectations

Don't totally forsake Her....

 

  

 From this soil of deceit, what do we hope to grow? 

What do we hope to grow, from these seeds of hate that we sow. 

  All this judgement and bad behavior, when is it going to slow. 

  We criticize this and we put down that, but what do we have to show? What have we actually grown.?

   If all you had left was just one hour of life, do you think you'd continue, to create so much strife?

  Or do you think you'd remember, why it is that you're here? 

You'd hope that it would have become, just so perfectly clear.

  How you live your life is between you and your maker, just be ever grateful for her love and don't totally forsake her. 

As Big as the Sky.

A Beam of Pure Delight.

The Sun bows down 

and kisses her good morning,

and at every dusk, 

he kisses her good night.

The Moon washes over her

at every twilight, 

with a beam of pure delight.

The wind, tries to play with her might,

and the clouds try to steal her limelight. 

But deep beneath her surface,

she's as calm and as magical, 
as a breathless midnight.

Of her majesty I will never tire, 
from horizon to shore,
she will forever inspire.

And her beauty is not only skin deep,

for she has an appeasing voice, 
that can soothe us to sleep. 

The Music of Love

Soothes us to sleep...

The Sun bows down 

and kisses her good morning,

and at every dusk 

he kisses her good night.

The moon washes over her

at every twilight, 

with a beam of pure delight.

The wind, tries to play with her might,

and the clouds try to steal her limelight. 

But deep beneath her surface,

she's as calm and as magical, 

as a breathless midnight.

Of her majesty I will never tire, 

from horizon to shore, 

she will forever inspire.

Her beauty is not only skin deep,

for she has a voice, 

that also soothes us to sleep. 

Empty Into it...

Apart

In that murder of crows....

 All of those tarry black birds,
flying into that black starless night, 
carried a piece of the Devil, 
on that ominous flight. 

You see his memory was too big, 
to be carried by one bird.
It was on account of all of that Karma, 
that it's size was absurd. 

In that murder of crows, 
that flew into that black inky night, 
each carried a piece,

of that evil souls blight. 

On that dark evil mission, 
not one of them knew, 
how much power they held, 
as each of them flew. 

It was on account of their karma, 
that they'd become a part of these few, 
miserable souls, 

who had not a clue. 

It was on account of their choices, 
that they'd all turned up here,
flying into this abyss, 

that every man fears. 

You see the Devil was dead, 
and he'd had only one hours notice. 
The news had destroyed him,
and left him totally without focus. 

Sorrow had snuck in, 
when he let down his guard,  
and these feelings crept in, 
that he could not discard. 

He'd never felt sorry,

for one little thing. 
Right up until then,

he'd felt no need, to sing. 

But soon he was singing, 
the most sorrowful song. 

There was not an ounce of self pity,

in this saddest of songs. 
He was praying for forgiveness,

to all that he'd wronged. 
It was a prayer to the Almighty,
imploring him,

"Please God listen to this song." 

Can you imagine such a song 
and listening to it being sung. 
It broke open every heart,
that he'd helped bring undone. 

Even God had to forgive him,

for all that he'd done. 
Because of course God wrote the play,
and of course knew all that he'd done. 

This flight of evil, 
that carried all of his powers, 
was flying a mission of mercy, 
that would remove all,

that he'd scoured. 

All of his darkness,
was being flown to a place of redemption,
a place of forgiveness,
and there were no exceptions. 

Finally he would lay rest, 
in a place of compassion. 
A place of good will,
and a place with no ills. 

It was a place with just love, 
where he could refill. 

A Lullaby