Recent Posts: Life is Returning
Rise up
The inner war perfectly described, the necessity of material action ‘after’ the illusion has been destroyed. Imminent action is required of us, solitude and renunciation is not enough according to Krishna. Whatever the appearance of my utterances, my words about the practicality of spirituality, the practicability and development of material action in the present moment, […]
I worship creation
The Devil is very clever. Everyone has God and the Devil inside according to the dervish, and for the dervish the way is to emulate Muhammad (pbuh) who said that for him his Devil had submitted. So, in my arrival at a view, I am sensitive to any apparent Enlightenment that actually does not see […]
Light
Shedding tears Shedding fears Shedding the skin of old ways Shedding light upon new days The light that lightens The light that brightens Issues not just from the flame Issues not just through the pane Light transmits (from) Light commits (to) Sources are points of transmission Mankind accepts Love’s commission Or not. Posted from WordPress […]
ACID test.
Your current situation is measured in your conscience, or with-science, where science is simply what you know. Conscience works with ‘energy in’ from an anode interface with the invisible singularity, Love, connected to the visible ‘energy out’ cathode interface, Worth. When the relationship between Love and Worth becomes adulterated, then personal current or energy potential […]
Interregnum Manners
Connection is that which connects precious to conscious with the two interfaces of conscience. Without these conscionable interfaces actually being connected as the reality of Human currency, the current or present moment, is forever disconnected. Then mere monetary currency usurps its purpose and pretends to be the answer to everything, the only currency. The gap […]
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The words start slowly The lubrication of my pen Seeps and oozes from The honeycombed cells Of my union with Her Letters dance in the Hall of love’s splendour The music of an orchestra Of souls wraps magically Around my … Continue reading
Second Christmas
The delicate work of Muse rendition When that word Rendition Has been usurped by the torture business Is as difficult now As it has always been. Making the invisible, visible. Being true. Sentenced by words that are Love’s sentience. She … Continue reading
Bemusing Inspiration
Beauty pierces A word goes even deeper than the opening glance Then nothing is ever the same Again Love meets in the unseen first: Musing, amusing, The in and ex halation Of a landing in my life, The firing of … Continue reading
