born to be wild,
off the road but not
the beaten track…

Love

Those who give and withhold
love, do not understand love.

Those who preach and speak
of the way, do not know love.

Those who point the finger and
accuse, will never know love.

Those who are impatient and
intolerant, have no time for love.

Those who lie and deceive are
not fit to wear the mantle of love.

Those who are proud will one day
see their pride stripped away.

Those who conquer will one
day be conquered themselves.

Those who are strong will be made
weak and then made strong again.

Those who give me everything they
own shall gain everything I have!

A bit of fun…

These Old Shoes

These old shoes are ragged and worn,
There ain’t no way I’m saying goodbye;
My grateful feet for years they’ve adorned,
When the going gets tough we always scrape by!

Well, the cobbler he laughs with a shake of his head,
The look in his eye somewhat forlorn;
“How does this leather of just a few shreds,
Keep out the stones and the brambles and thorns?”

With the glue barely dry and that final patch on,
He tries to sell me a spanking new pair;
But these are my shoes, why can’t he catch on,
They’re never too tight and they let in the air!

Now there’s planes and there’s trains and there’s automobiles,
To carry folk over the oceans and mounts;
But me and my shoes, we’re head over heels,
In love with our freedom and that’s all that counts!

I once had a lass who cared too much,
She said we would always be good friends;
But she kept me enclosed in her four-by-four hutch,
Till the day when I said “Well, all good things end!”

Back on the road, it’s a brand new tread,
The miles they pass as the way winds and bends;
Around treacherous ledges, through dry river beds,
I’ll follow that road till it finally ends!

And when the time comes for that extra long snooze,
You’ll think that I’m dead and you may shed a tear;
But we’ve made plans, me and my shoes,
And we’re quite looking forward to that brand new frontier!

Time tarries not for dreamers and fools,
Make the best of each moment before it is gone;
The poor have their gruel and the rich have their jewels,
For me and my shoes it’s always “game on”!

Just to clarify, the Master Principle is not “an aspect of Divine Spirit”, strictly speaking, Divine Spirit and the Master Principle are one and the same. The Master Principle may be a personification of Spirit, and we approach it personally, through the inner channels, generally speaking. However, the Master Principle is not limited to one’s spiritual guide, per se, (such as Jesus for a Christian, etc.), but may speak through waking dreams (anything to you in your daily life that has special meaning), through one’s beloved, even a pet, the understandings that come to us etc.  It is the Voice of God speaking to us, and it is the individual’s responsibility to cultivate dialogue with Divine Spirit, and the more one does so, the more It speaks to us directly. One finds ultimately, that one is either in harmony or at odds with all of life, depending on whether we work with the Law of Love, as opposed to using the mind as our primary means to gain whatever it is we want from life.

It’s remarkable how with the passage of time and events, we are furnished with a deeper understanding of something we could only previously grasp in part. In this spirit, therefore, I offer these further instalments in these ‘works in progress’, (which in my estimation, are always vastly improved and always serve to excite, at least for myself, as the author). We must keep in mind, of course – as Da Vinči noted; “No artwork is ever completed, only abandoned”,  and so, not to preclude further edits somewhere down the track. This is dedicated to the Friend, as Rumi put it, or the Master Principle, an aspect of Divine Spirit and God’s gift to Soul, available in some way, shape or form, to all sentient beings.

you are the good
that dwells within the heart
of all mortal creatures

A One Such As You

Of all the people I’ve ever met,
Of those I remember and those I forget,
Of all the friends and companions true;
I’ve never met a one such as you!

Of all the allies I’ve ever had,
Of riddles and challenges armour clad,
Of Gordian Knots I’ve had to slice through,
I’ve never had an ally such as you!

Of all the multitudes of loves,
Of burning angels and mourning doves,
Of those that stayed and those that flew,
I’ve never loved a one such as you!

Of all the voices I’ve ever heard,
Of ancient bards and throats of birds,
Of the eagle’s cry and the lion’s roar;
I thrill to none as I thrill to yours!

Of all the dreams I’ve ever dreamed,
Of all the wild and crazy schemes,
I never dared to dream it’s true,
I’d ever find a one such as you!

Who Will Soothe Your Fears?

Who will listen to me,
Who will I depend upon;
No longer bound and tethered,
Now that you are gone?

Who will share my memories,
Of old familiar ways;
When we were still together,
In sweeter, kinder days?

Sixty years we made our bed,
Sixty years we built our home.
Till one day you disappeared,
And left me here all alone!

Who will hear this fool in tears,
Now I must neglect you;
Who will soothe your fears,
Without me there to protect you?

For you, Sudhi;

Should My Treasure Come

Should my treasure come,
By chance she should appear;
I’d recognise her by her step,
As light as any strain of deer.
Though she were still a mile off,
With velvet moss I’d line my lair.
I’d sense her by her coming
And rush to greet her there.

Should my treasure come,
My darling should appear;
I’d remember all the things she said,
And whispered in my blessed ear.
I’d know her by her soothing touch,
And by her endless ache.
I’d know her by her burning eyes,
In the hour before daybreak.

Should my treasure come –
Perchance she will yet show!
I’d take the form of wind
As light and swift as silver roe.
I’d find her from a mile off,
Racing through some briar;
She’d sense and turn toward me then,
Her startled eyes on fire!

Should my treasure come,
By chance she will be kind.
I’d recognise her by her step
As fleet and sure as any hind.
Though she were still a mile off,
I’d rush to meet her there;
I’d take her in my loving arms
And kiss her eyes and face and hair!

Apologies, I think this opening line is better;

With the storm downgraded to a simple squall,
Forgotten for now are the trials heretofore.
The sheaves are being gathered and stacked against the wall,
Admired by the old men down by the threshing floor.