The Promise
To every man and woman
We all may see our rose
There in our secret garden
Of heart, the flower grows
None can withhold the dawn
Of nature’s sweet desire
The blushing rose is to be born
Blood red as sunset fire
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On Meeting Strangers
People seek pearls and do not know how to dive
They crave diamonds and are not prepared to dig
They carry stones and cannot let go of the burden
They run around when sitting still is appropriate
Truth cannot be found for it was never lost
What do they seek, these walkers on a path
Some image, a memory, other times, other places
Empty spaces in need of constant filling
Illusion grows any flower to confuse the seekers
Meditate on the rose, the emblem of the family
Many will deny the family and in so doing
Deny the worth of self within
The family does not deny them
Only they can do that
The Mother waits with open arms
To welcome us home
Her voice is calling
Her face is in your dreams
Home is not a dream
The dream is what is presently half-lived
And taken on as real
If these words seem strange
It is because of division
A lack, a void, a need
Maintaining a dualistic separation
Between this self and our very own stranger
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Divine Mother’s Meditation
So close your eyes
I am in your dreams
The lost dreams of yesteryear
The dreams that come and go
That leave a trail of sadness
A trail of undisguised aloneness
I’d like to capture that back home
See it as just out of reach
In fact it is not
Go into those dreams
The lonely child
I left you, you left me
There is a trail to follow
Pink clouds, blue dewdrops
Purple flames, green archways
So why do I feel so lonely, mummy
Why so lonely
Deep down, deep in that spot there
You have lost your connection
I am calling you home
Listen to the sounds
Roaring in your ears
Pouring into your ears
Oh what sweet embrace it is
That you and I are one
That we are united
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Many books have I read
Many books have I read
Many paths I’ve been led
To seek the eternal truth
And I’ve heard people say
This or that is the way
Secure in their illusion of proof
They told me of a god
Who gave the devil a prod
Working to enact humility
Some spoke of the lame
Who they seemed to blame
For losing sight of eternity
Each one as they prayed
Lay on a bed they had made
Of faults and fears from belief
They were caught in their pride
No matter how hard they tried
Lies only offered temporary relief
When my footsteps had turned
The one thing I had learned
That nothing existed above
Nor below for that matter
And inane religious chatter
Diminished the feeling of love
Though love is around
It’s not so easily found
Where should one start to begin
It is really quite unfair
When Love’s not out there
The search has to start within
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Channels of Energy
The child takes
Its first faltering step
The poet makes
The first hesitant line
The artist sweeps
An unfamiliar brush
Across an empty canvas
Each draws from hidden forces
Memories, the distant dream
Then like the swell
Of surging sources
Channelled into single stream
Life energy flows through
Stronger and stronger
The child runs in play
The writer’s hand
Is cramped no longer
The potter sets
Each thought in clay
When Life moves beyond demand
Welcome in the New Day brand
Where Love will take its stand
When we take the Mother’s hand
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In levels of developed understandings the wisdom and energy portrayed are beyond the records of human endeavour. In this present time in human form we as a cosmic team will participate in any number of ventures. No matter how far out or insurmountable a problem area may appear to be, if it is an obstacle to personal growth, planetary or personal, it can be converted into a hurdle. This allows a movement within that is competent with practice to leap all barriers.