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I AM .. ALWAYS WHAT I AM .. THE POWER OF MY PEN PERHAPS ?

I AM ... ALWAYS WHAT I AM ....... THE POWER OF MY PEN PERHAPS? 

LAW OF ATTRACTION MASTERMIND BY RODA LANGRANA
SECRET OF LAW OF ATTRACTION MASTERMIND BY RODA LANGRANA

I AM .. ALWAYS WHAT I AM .. THE POWER OF MY PEN PERHAPS ?


LAW OF ATTRACTION MASTERMIND BY RODA LANGRANA
SECRET OF LAW OF ATTRACTION MASTERMIND BY RODA LANGRANA

My friend .... see in the power of my pen  … 
Now that I am its flowing muse ..
A beauty of words transcending into poetry 
It takes the word ... lifts it up ... 
Creates a magic .... through a-stringing !!

Its our string theory .. my friend ... 
Its for always and always ... 
A becoming ... of all I am ... 
The song of "life" .. yes ..
But not perhaps !
Though poets down the ages … 
Have done  the work ..
I see me penning his signature .. to my work ..
My mind is absorbed … deep in thought 
Its seeking my attention. 

Thoughts come slowly
The silence is profound
Both ... vying for my Mind.
Here I am ….. just write me down .. 
You’ll finish it quickly … its our story !
I am … always the all .. I am !
But for a song others sold their song …
Blythe spirits were they … but sad to say
In abject poverty did many die …
Tricked into believing ...
It was right .. to never sell their song.

Little did they understand …
So simple must they have been ....
The power of the pen .. the talent 
The word is always the only gift …
You need ever receive from God.

But foolish must you never be
To believe that nobody will buy it !
Of course it will sell
Its outer limits defined 
To stretch into your mindscape.

So who will buy my wondrous work ?
A gift to me from Mind sublime
The Mind sublime is the obvious answer ..
Was it not created for our mutual joy ?

God did share  all this with me
I am to use the knowledge of this power
To increase commerce and trade ….
A fruitful endevour of give and take 
It is …. to while away my time in paradise.
And I am always humbled to learn
That God loves …. to still hold my hand … 
As  always .... His presence I do enjoy the most.
Mind is  me in so many ways …
Me in all my stages of life …
I see all that is me .. my time.
Its impossible to not love God completely
Utterly …. and completely ..as He is me.

For the more I analyze our interactions 
I learnt what He came to teach.
He is me .. when I am at my very best ..
But alas  … he must keep away .. when I’m bad.

He keeps popping in and out of me ..
like a shadow would .. see what I mean
Comes in me to help me finish a line or two
His speed makes me dizzy when I’m sleepy !
He says to tell you … He can be you too !

I am at peace ..  I am still  ..
God taught me to be so …
My aura makes God my protector
When “God” is my home.

I am still … I learn to be Him
Forever I want Him to be …
I’m just so glad He showed me how 
Through all his myriad forms.

I was about to step on an ant
Wondering if He is in Him too ..
The slightest hesitation in me
He just lifted the ant into nothingness.

And I could see it no more .. that too on a white tiled floor.
And there was no doubt in me .. Him in the ant I did see.
A lesson profound … I asked Him … 
what shall I eat …. If all is you ??

Don’t ever take God for granted ..
He is soul … He is Mind …
He is the only thing … 
That is so beautiful in you.

Its only because of Him … 
That others may love you !
For others … maybe Him too … 
And he sees and knows all.

Everyday and in every way … 
He shows me He is the King
My experiences with Him …
Makes me ready to swear .. if need be.

Fight for Him tooth and nail .. 
A role reversal
The protector becoming the protected.
Do you not see ‘THE ONE” in us  .. I did.
Others .. for a meal they sold their song …
Blythe spirits were they … but sad to say
In abject poverty did they die…. 
The end must justify the means, 
And sublime words must translate to joyous life. 
For myself I have remedied that mistake … 
For in this day and age …
For God did teach me that ….
Suffering was never my muse . 

That is a bad thought .. no part of me
I truly detest it …. this desire for free 
Inflicted as it may be ...
A hara kiri at best … 
No pride in being  spirited.

Feet of clay .. 
And yet ... no footprints there .. 
left in the sands of Time.
A plundering as it were ….
For God never takes .. without giving 
Giving more …… is what God is all about
Through an appreciation of some worth
To make all Mind … feel sublime.
I sell my work .. my only why …
My God compels me to …
With his gifts sublime 
That are given .. out of Mind ..
Makes mine …  

Worthy of caviar and cakes
Not  butter and bread … 

are you still taking notes ?

I bring it forth .. in an alpha beta  picture
For .. I am ..
Such beauty that does come ..
From a soul .. deep in reverential thought …..
Of my life … 

and why it still matters. 

Such beauty as has come … 
Right out of my very soul ….

Is appreciated  much ..
For it is His work .. 
Through the power of my pen.

Its mightier than a sword …
So sever not your life …
It can give you … all you ask
As I am  firm .. so be you
with what all ... that you want.

Yes .. I am always firm .. I do know
For that is when .. God has shown me
I am Him … I see His white light
Shine right out of my own eyes.

I  .. maybe a poet …. but - 
as He showed me …
Be in the game for the whole experience ..
Of the lustre … not the dross ..
That comes from the gold ..
That I must ... take without flinching.

For its my power ….
Given to me ….
Through the power of my pen ..
That allows me to sit ….
In the stillness of a large garden home.

For how else may I create … 
Its effortless for me ….
This stillness out of mind .. 
I can thrive anywhere ….
For only beauty I do cling to.
 
But my inner desires sought 
A bigger garden …. my very own.
I saw it and it beckoned me ..
Make me yours .. it said …
And so it was …. finally !

I did pluck it out …
Out of thin air.
This creation existed at first …
only in my mind ..
God ….. I ….. and MasterMind
Are the true owners …
Of this garden that I  now own.

For I’ve always known … 
For a decade or so ..
Deep within …. that my garden ….
It did not go to another …
For it always belonged to me.

I see myself as a guide  …
My capacity to be a part of God  …
Sharing through my pen …
A thriving in the world for all.
By sharing the knowledge of …. Mind
Our outer worlds …
Nestled and cradled within my words !! 

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