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January 4, 2024 at 19:50 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23954
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ParticipantThank you most kindly, cronetoo.
Something for you, friend…
On The Planet Where I Come From
On the planet where I come from,
There is no fear, there is no hate.
All are content with what they have,
And all create and amend their fate.On the planet where I come from
Everything is as it appears to be.
People are born with a single face
And the truth written on it for all to see.On the planet where I come from,
People are happy to help if they can.
They go out of their way time and again,
To alleviate the suffering of their fellow man.On the planet where I come from,
There’s no more pain than there needs to be.
Old wounds lie buried beneath fine scars
And people agree to disagree.On the planet where I come from,
There’s a time to live and a time to die.
People understand there’s a price to pay
For every deceit and for every lie.On the planet where I come from,
There’s a clear and persistent shining star;
It’s there to guide and to show the way
And accepts and loves each as they are!January 4, 2024 at 17:02 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23951Dimitar
Participantdo not run
from meaninglessness,
for the shadow of this silent void
is moving you to growsurrender who and what
you think you are along with your hopes
and fears and fly toward that
nothingnessin seeking purpose
I found a shadow of nothingness
and so came to be;
this is all I ever
wanted or needed!January 3, 2024 at 20:16 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23910Dimitar
ParticipantThe Storm God
Make way, make way, for the Storm God comes;
Leave the moneyed to their manors and the impoverished to their slums.
Leave the wolfish to their banquets and the beggars to their crumbs;
Make way, make way, for the Storm God comes!Look alive, look alive ‘fore the Storm God appears;
Leave the baby to its colic and the mother to her fears.
Leave the youth to their frolic and the aged, their souvenirs,
Look alive, look alive ‘fore the Storm God appears!Give ear, give ear, for the Storm God he rails;
Leave the faithful to their fealty and the faithless their travails,
The traitors to their perfidy and the steadfast to their grails,
Give ear, give ear, to the Storm God’s rails!Make haste, make haste, for the Storm God he flies;
Leave the lonely to their heartache and the lovers to their sighs.
Leave the pious to their prayers and the deceitful to their lies,
Make haste, make haste for the Storm God flies!Come hither, come hither, for the Storm God he deploys;
Leave the killers to their kills and the alchemist his alloys,
Leave the fool to his folly and the wise man to his poise;
Come hither, come hither, for the Storm God he deploys!Take heed, take heed, that the Storm God’s caprice,
Doesn’t find you unprepared for your premature release;
The unexpected victim of some spontaneous set piece,
Take need, take heed, of the Storm God’s caprice!Beware, beware, lest the Storm God’s at play;
Leave the dead to the dead and the living to the day,
That the one in the many may find the narrow way…
Beware, beware lest the Storm Gods they play!December 31, 2023 at 16:59 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23743Dimitar
ParticipantAdversity tests Soul’s resolve and faith in God, your lines brought this to mind, Sudhi;
No one who has little faith can be convinced in God,
and one who has faith needs little convincing…December 28, 2023 at 15:14 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23593Dimitar
ParticipantVery evocative, thanks AHH.
December 23, 2023 at 18:06 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23294Dimitar
ParticipantDecember 23, 2023 at 05:43 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 20.12.23 #23248Dimitar
ParticipantYour Earthly Reputation
man is a bird
in an open cage, refusing
to fly awaythose who have gone
and fled their cages, become
the guides and prophetslament and bemoan,
and so be released of your
earthly reputationonly love dispels pain,
and only love overcomes
the fear of deathDecember 20, 2023 at 07:09 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #23035Dimitar
Participanton the threshold of love,
the mortal self flickering like
the last glimmer of a dying lamp…December 17, 2023 at 16:57 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #22895Dimitar
ParticipantShakti “Tiny Desk Concert”
December 17, 2023 at 11:55 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #22879Dimitar
ParticipantAll human myths, stories and legends native to human cultures since the dawn of time, reflect the saga of the Journey of Soul, or the Hero’s Journey. This journey began in the Ocean of Love and Mercy, when Soul enjoyed the fruits of Heaven and lived a life of ease, until God the Father saw that It needed a different attitude in order to be of any use to IT, the Spiritual Hierarchy, and Its fellow Souls. Soul was sent to the dual universes, administered by Its chief appointee, the Lord of the Negative Worlds, under whose jurisdiction Soul would remain until It became aware of the spiritual laws of life and began to work consciously within the same.
The chief spiritual law is the Law of Love, (simply put, Soul must be willing to give of Itself without expectation of reward), out of which the rest of the laws falling into the categories of the Laws of Wisdom – the laws that speak of divine power and how it manifests in the universe, the Laws of Freedom – practical laws that afford a smoother passage through everyday life, and the Laws of Charity – the laws that bring Soul a greater capacity to love – enable Soul to cease creating needless karma for Itself, and thus find Its way off the endless wheel of death and rebirth.
Key to Soul’s emancipation is “the Friend”, to use Rumi’s term, that Being which as is near to Soul “as Its own heartbeat”, and which Soul must engage in order to receive instructions insofar as the steps it needs to take in order to free Itself, avoid needless karma etc. No Soul is ever forgotten or alone in God’s Universes, and so “the Friend” appears in some form or another to every Soul, in all of God’s universes, and in whatever conditions and circumstances Soul may find Itself in. However, the Friend can only point the way, it remains for Soul to walk the spiritual path to God of Its own volition. And each Soul’s path will be unique. A further note on the Friend; the Friend is a manifestation of Divine Spirit, and may take a form or any number of forms that will be familiar to the individual, thus the Friend will appear in a different form to an Inuit of Alaska, a pygmy of Africa and/or a tribesman from the Amazon, and so on.
As mentioned, of prime importance to walking the spiritual path back home to God is Soul’s understanding and compliance with the spiritual laws of life such as the Law of Karma, the Law of Silence and the Law of Economy. Pertaining to the Law of Economy, Soul learns to align Its wishes, hopes and dreams with that of Divine Spirit. Thus it is said that the Universes are sustained by acts of personal sacrifice. This is how Soul’s growth is gauged, It begins to think not for Its own welfare but for the welfare of others first, and in doing so, finds that Its personal needs are taken care of. “Not my will but thine” in action.
One more point of interest, there is an irony here, for so often It happens that when Soul gains freedom from the wheel of death and rebirth and establishes Itself to one of the higher planes, It so often chooses to return to this world (or others like it), in order to help other Souls find their way back into the Heavenly Kingdom.
The Dreams of the Night
Early in the morning, before the day breaks,
The ocean it bids the shore goodbye;
The dreams of the night, washed up on the beach,
Are stranded like fish, waiting to die.The fisherman hauls in his nets to see,
Wondering what the night’s catch will yield?
Gulls are a squawking while the fish they are threshing,
As the sun fills the sky with its crimson shield.My love she weeps but doesn’t say why;
She said her heart I never can know.
All through the day and all through the night,
That is the place that no one may go!Early in the morning, before the day breaks,
The ocean it bids the shore goodbye;
The dreams of the night, washed up on the beach
Stranded like fish, are waiting to die…December 5, 2023 at 21:10 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #22214Dimitar
Participantto see the Friend,
sew your eyes together and so
unsee the world!Soul Will Not Feel Torn (The Hidden Teachings of Rumi)
Take this piece of bread from me and Soul will not
feel torn.
That one who wanders in search of your love will find a
home.That one who wears me as a cloak will never be naked.
And that one who takes me as a cure will not be
abandoned.That one who sees me as his mission will not be without
a quest.
A rock that becomes a gem will never be just a rock.The direction true seekers turn will never be a wasteland.
And the book of the Silent Ones will not be found in an
outer book.From these tears, my eyes are givers of wine, but,
Unless a seeker’s eyes become intoxicated, he will not be a
wine-seller.Lovers become sick, but they will not die.
The moon becomes thin, but never a (distant) star.Be silent now and not too upset because
The self that becomes a lover is never misled by the lower
self.December 5, 2023 at 21:04 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #22213Dimitar
ParticipantNeurosurgeon, Eben Alexander’s takeaway from his Near Death Experience, (one of them) “…You are deeply loved, cherished forever, you have nothing to fear, you are cared for…”
“Harvard Neurosurgeon Dies, shown why we reincarnate and EVIDENCE of Heaven”;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWRsALo7Hak
December 1, 2023 at 17:27 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #22001Dimitar
Participantthe cunning of man’s mind
spells disaster and death, yet
the soul’s quest enduresNovember 27, 2023 at 17:46 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #21766Dimitar
ParticipantAutumn is the Springtime of the Soul
mired deep within,
your maliciousness and envy;
disarm that beast!abandon your past;
sow the seeds of an upright
future here and nowautumn is the springtime
of the soul, and winter
is its native homeGod bestows insight
in the hearts of those
who prove sincereto see the Friend,
sew your eyes together and so
unsee the worldNovember 27, 2023 at 15:17 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glories 8.11.23 #21762Dimitar
ParticipantThe Friend
For the moon, the sun,
For the ocean, its shore.
For the eagle, wings
And the lion, a roar.
As night has day,
And sorrow, an end –
As the flute has the drum,
Man has the Friend.For the tree, the earth,
And the river, the sea.
For the traveller a hearth,
And the guilty, a plea.
As darkness has light,
And wounds must mend –
So the voice has the song,
And man has the Friend.For the infant, a mother
On which to depend,
Then arrows and slings
That teach it to bend.
The Divine Dreamer dreams
Its dreams to send –
As the child is to the parent,
Man is to the Friend.For the moon, the sun,
For the ocean, the shore.
For the eagle, wings,
And the lion, a roar.
As night has day
And wisdom, no end –
As breath is to the flute,
Man is to the Friend! -
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