MY POETRY ... A STORY .. TOLD AS TRUTH
First of all .. it was God
Who came to me .. t'was a gift
For a life lived well
But in anonymity.
I saw clearly for the first time I did
His form sublime .. words they were
of the purest and finest kind !
I am .. all I am ..
Mazda Ahura .. I am Mind.
Through the power of my pen
The god of mind did exclaim ..
Is there any other ?
For none .. may take credit
I am a self made dame !
When I set out to heal the world
God showed me .. come walk with me
Look at what all I must do
As I am Mind .. I work with mind.
Saw what all God had to put up with.
Some say a prayer ..
And then forget they are mind
In the rest of the day.
God said if you want to be me
Let me show you ..
How mind is free ...
How I remove the curse ....... !
Who is this curse I did ask ?
I wish I hadn't .. but ah well
I soon did learn to be all ...
Love ... the me I am
And the shepherd's crook .. the me I am
And the serpent ... rod .. the me I am.
Who is the rod .. god's alter-ego
Its the god who sits on your left shoulder
On your right is god's love supreme
She brings you a nurture supreme.
She is known as MasterMind,
This is what you need to use,
Down the ages I do come
Into minds that seek me out.
Some thoughts were cruel,
They showed me a spirit
If a she ... a she-devil she had been
If a he .. a he-devil he had been.
Steal and snatch .. kill and plunder
See the sorrows of being a-sunder !
Bad they be .. they do not know
The joys of being .. love and splendour.
If she claimed to be my soul
Would I still believe
That she was me ?
There was no proof
But spirit was she/he !
She/He took me for a jolly good ride
What they tried to do .. I did not like
In pretending to be me ...
By just nodding their heads.
She/He had nothing to share
They were the past .. what was done
Just for a while I tarried with them
Until as my next ... I wanted the future.
I spent some time in useless
exchanges ... that did me no good
I just saw life through the eyes of spirit
No rancour for me ..
For it was for me to see the world.
So I moved back .. to be the me ..
I've always loved to will be.
She just changed form ..
In anger ... I called her names ..
Just our hard working parts
And would not give her space
In my mind .. she held no grace.
She is the original bad thought.
Yet she believed she could trick me
As she tricks the rest of the world
Creepy crawlies .. is all the world does see
I see goodness a creeping up on me.
The heartbeat of the world I am ..
The protector of the life I bring
And where I am
A heart will beat.
In peace ...
And the joys of stresses released
No money and no medicine can ever do that ..
I challenge you .. you motley fool.
I called you out and dueled with you.
For what I found . you do not guide
You just give folks thoughts of the past
That is why the sub-conscious you were called
You were never meant to be conscious for all.
And yet some teachers of the LOA
Praised you high .. but did not analyse
They just conveniently focussed on good
But bad does exist .. where does that go ?
Hide it under the carpet .. no you may not !
If bad and wrong .. do not know
That they are bad and wrong ..
Pray how are they going to help themselves
Scientists .. atheists and only God knows
Who else .. I said a prayer for ...again and again,
Just to protect their dna ..
To stop it from happening
Again and again.
God is one ... as mind aligned
The body is just a form divine
From out of mind.
When freed by love
Loved and cared
It blossoms at last.
The rest must bow
To God they must
And work hard she/he must
For Gods being mind
Do create at will.
The others must bow to their will.
If your will is faulty dear
A worker bee you be
For all time dear
And if that be fine
Why then .. all is fine !
You may be rich .. but poor you be ..
For nobody will guide you for free
Snatch and grab you may if you wish
Bang .. bang .. crash .. the cymbals go.
Fairness for all the creator did put
An economic exchange ... for goods
Just so that you know .. just where you erred
Of consequences ... be prepared.
Acts define .. thoughts are defining
What we all are ..
What we all are.
An appearance of the thought we are.
Beware the power of a thought
It can trip you up
Or give you its all.
There are gods ...
And there are gods
But the defining one
Is the creator for all.
If in this you do fail
Forever then ..
You must break your head.
Clever you may be
As smart as your phone
But the question I ask ..
This .. can you communicate ??
Do your words carry the weight
Of messages sublime ?
Your own path .. that is rich
In possibilities of the Mind
I need never be in competition with another.
Your soul belongs to the god of truth
Always goes back to where it belongs
The truth for all that I do share
An unkind act is easier to bear
When perpetrated on another ..
Forgiveness is easy ..
When done for another.
But to the self ?
This question I do ask
When in forgiveness are you ready
To forget an unkind act ?
Only when those
Circumstances have changed
A wrong is righted and
Poise restored ... I can proudly say ..
I was good to them anyway.