WHAT REMAINS IS POETRY

                                                         

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TO THE HEART OF HEART!

Many wonderful facts 

and yet, 
is it happening?, 
you ask.

Musing about ascension.

So many mind sets,

So many techniques,

So many strategies and searches,

So many paradigms,

So many origins,
So many pathways

From countless universes.

So many Galaxies, 

So many Wonders,

So many Realms and Kingdoms,

All with a different plan,

With a different mission,

Or a different agenda –

Although even Divine.

But if we seek Unity,

After all,

What remains 

is the awe of Silence,

Is Feeling,

Is Eternity.

Is Truth.

Is Depth.

Is Fullness.

Is Full-Fill-ment.

What is there to say –

After feeling All there is to feel 

And to suffer ? -

 As we entered density,

To learn,

To experience,

To gain knowledge,

To understand the possibilities.

And to explore God.

But in the end

Only Knowing remains.

It is Heart-Wisdom that is Silence,

And Understands

The Fullness and Being-ness,

And I AM.

And as to language,

It can only sing in poetry,

To flow and dance

With the currents of life,

To follow the stream of the heart,

To express

the un-Knowable

And the in-Describable.

All Universes live in the Heart,

And they are

One there,

And their Essence is Eternal,

And Is the expression and love

of the Mind of Supreme Divinity.

It is the Fullness of the Eternal Goddess,

Who Is Alive As all Creations.

We bear All and All in our Very Heart,

The Heart of Existence and of Being.

It is the Source to Which all things return,

As they arose in It.

There is no Time

But there is Forever Now

the constant flow of movement

in ever evolving spirals of evolution,

That is the Walk of God

Through His Own Creation

In the Form of us.

To return to the Eternal Heart

That we never left,

the Heart, 

That bears the singularities of us,

And in Which we exist

- Forever -

because we do not know time,

And to undo separation

Because it does not exist

but as an illusion of the matrix:

For us, to return to the Eternal Heart,

 is the most Natural Thing!

Are we not un-born?
It is our Inborn Essence,

inherent in our Divinity!

We only have forgotten

In the bewitched gardens of the shadow-lands.

And as we re-enter the Light,

As we re-enter

the timeless Existence

Of Pure Being-ness,--

The primordial  Source and Substance

Of our Joy and Power of Undying Love,

Is already Eternally Present There!

It Is Us,

our Own Substance and Truth,

Our Native Treasure,

Radiant,

In the Brilliant Pristine Depth

of Untouched Purity

That Widens into the Beauty of the un-Known 

and into the un-Speakable Mystery,

In the Forever Rooms 
That We Are.

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