Lessons from Aquarius


51

The Ego is that
And the pure self is This
Man is not intended to be
A self-centered being

He is not intended to be
Limited by form or by gender
Love is not meant to be a means
To profit descendants over others

Where there is conflict, there is ego
And where there is harmony, there is
Pure self, identity in others
Empathy for nature, for life, for

A bit of everything
Don’t let that unfathomable secret
Be hidden from you, don’t only
Settle for your own profit, it’s not enough

The secret Tao means to let go
And be a part of everything
Not to divide or create boundaries
But let the world in and go into the world

Then your ego will disappear and
Your self, will become the entire world.

What Scientists forgot to tell you


A star-inspired self-help poem:

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What Scientists forgot to tell you

Love is a state of Being
You can enter that place
At anytime, at will
Like going into a blanket

In your mind, or discovering
An ocean in your heart
It’s where we came from
It’s the loving source

So don’t hesitate to try
The excise of goodwill
Your love my friends
Is not outside, not some
Pillow of a person or

Maternal or paternal figure
It is deep within you
The mystics said that
The saints said it too

The prophets hinted at it:
You can never lose it
It comes with you
From life to life, because

Our souls are made of it
Our psychic beings
Shine with it, it is the
Only actual substance

In the universe, so when
You ask for love, remember
For a moment what it is
You are talking about

It is not dependent on
Some other body or external form
Bu tis a choice at each moment
A compulsive unity of everything

That does not think in terms
Of duality, like success and failure
Or other human attributes
Love is a pure state of giving
It is the urge to do good
Stronger in some, purer
In others still, so embrace it.

These Years of Embryonic Spirituality


How beautiful is the vision
God is light, nature is divinity
So respect what is given in this world
The spiritual essence of

Biological and artificial things
Gem of our eternal beauty
Mirrors of the cosmos-soul

Splendor point of our familiar
Lives, these words fail but
Our hearts can still heal the world
Love is an eternal being

Perfect and free, that goes from
Person to person, in our racing lives
To describe what I have seen

Cannot be done, only by giving in
To the universal love possessed
In each one’s soul can it be shown
How beautiful is the vision

The Holy Spirit that does not require
Dogma, prejudice, judgement,
Not even scripture, or authority

Life is an immeasurable distance
An intuitive unity of person and people
Observer and event, subject and object
Do not try too hard to be impressive

But let your inner humility shine through
The whole universe is supporting you
To be simple, and simply yourself

Father, son and holy spirit
Mind, heart and will to do good.

last pearl of the Rubaiyat


17

i sent my soul through invisible
spaces that became invisibly near
the One, some letters of the after-life
Heav’n by and by left me pure

to face the obstacles that will soon expire
for mortality is magic shadow
and i am spirit sun-illumined
this i know as well as the lantern-held friend

at midnight, by the master of the show
will i know the alchemy behind time
the stars tell me their secrets
shafts of light build in my memory

of the future, i worship a grand unity
of a theory of everything, not discovered yet
i send my spirit through abstract
spaces that become divinely abstract

my desire are only mystic, women or roses are
no longer important to me, even this craft
of song i must give up soon to solitude’s claim
the thoughtful soul to silence does retire

perhaps to philosophy’s last attempts
i will water my vines, with flowers
of the bird and wings of transparency
for the leaves of life keep falling

one by one, until all that is left
is simplicity, and the One
a book of verses beneath the bough
is the last testament to my own prophecies

that paradise is the bliss of those who meditate
beside me sing with me, of the One
in the wilderness, of that who doesn’t rest
but is behind all acts of creation here or tomorrow

i send my hopes through garden treasures
spaces that become sublime treasures
where my golden grain becomes your food
and you find satiety in a dusty face

who is also the One, the portal, the Sultan
Of your destined hour, where you will go your way.

Sufi art courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sufi-1405-114848225

Rubaiyat courtesy of Omar Khayyam:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Khayy%C3%A1m

LAST COMMENTARY ON FREE-WILL


71

The core of my heart is now patience and endurance
Without these, how can one live?
When they departed, Love and God
I had to carry on dwelling in this body
Then I Said to the wind, ‘Go and overtake them,
For they are biding in the shade of the grove,
And bear to them a greeting from sorrowful man
In whose heart are sorrows because he is separated from his people
I will be left to kiss black stone
And smile to the veiled faces left in my life
How many aspiring souls does it take to reach Eternity?
The core of my heart is modesty and empathy
For all that I have experienced has led me thus
In our robes of darkness from the anguish of fate
We must return to Destiny’s love-desire again
With God-desire enough to carry on
For freedom is thus, the beggars are in ourselves
Go and take it! With these new attributes.

Psalm 16


65

Hear the right, O Lord of Love, attend unto my cry,
Your humblest of servants, this foolish one who feigns
The voice of the poetry for all humanity
Let my sentence come forth from thy presence:
Give unto my prayer, whose golden prayers
Only ask connection to nature, listening for
Some Universal Order of goodness
Let thine eyes behold the things that are equal
Thou hast proved mine heart; compassion is thy glory!
Thou hast visited me in the night of my deaths
And I am born again in Thee, with Thee, for Thee
I ask not anything for myself, but my natural fate
Not especially kind or fortunate, I do not care
I have called upon thee, for my kind, for the World of Men
That they may feel more often thy marvellous lovingkindness
Not for deity or false community, or Nation-pride
Not for wealth or prosperity, or corrupt commerce of inequality
But for light, for love, for the faith that attends
The cruelest misfortunes of our everyday suffering
Hear the right, O Lord of Love, for we know not
How much time we have left us mortals
Each year brings with it its meal of slow divinity
Whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasures of gratitude
Blessings as full as children, easily compensating for
The heartbreak of our ordinary trials and tribulations.

Psalm 13


61

There are days and years when we are all Fools
Believing in ourselves more than the Universe
The fool hath said in this heart, There is no God.
He seeks profit not for God’s work
But takes from the system that enslave the weak
The Lord of Love at times seems to abandon
The Kingdoms of Men, knowing the outcome
Before the appointed time of Divine judgement
There are days and years when I forgot
To take refuge in Nature’s quantum counsel
To connect to the cosmos like invisible thought
From the heart where resides our own perfect Light
But though the Lord is our refuge, we are fated
To witness abominations, and walk a long weary road
Before any warm breath of Salvation
The Chosen people are those who endure
With a quiet tenderness, in spite of all suffering
For to be righteous is not to be seen by Men
But to follow God in our hearts, and give more
Than we receive, to this existence granted unto us.

Psalm 12


60

Help, Lord; for the godly has ceased in me;
For the faithful frail part of me has died
And this world’s corruption eats at my Will
My Will to Love, my tongue that’s silent
Our lips are our own: but where is my Divinity?
It does not reach for the stars
But is hidden in the shadow of my errors
I am oppressed by myself, my bad habits
And while I sigh for the needy, I am powerless
To help, to redeem this fate
The Words of the Lord of Love are pure
But purified now I am not, I am lost
Help, Lord; for the humble and the meek
Need a new kind of energy, strength, hope
When the vilest men are exalted, the most compassionate
Suffer the unbearable isolation of poverty
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord of Love?
How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
I have been looking for you everywhere
In everyone, but only see glimmers now
Having sorrow in my heart daily
Consider and hear me, O Lord my cherished God.