FROM BEGINNING TO END
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I am but a leaf in a forest of many
sparkling and shining in colours like any.
Living to fall in pure delight
in colours aplenty... brilliant and bright.
I was in the making since Time's begun
living in pleasure and fed by the sun.
The wind is my pillow... the night is my rest
to be just one leaf is what I do best.
Displaying my colours in endless pursuit
washed by the rain and sustained by my root.
I am but a part of this friend my tree
I am but a leaf... but I also am me.
I did not ask to be here at all
neither do I know... my time in the fall.
I am what I am... but a leaf from a tree
resting on wind... in sun that is free.
I am part of creation and when I do fall
I am just asleep... still part of it all.
For tomorrow I rise and sustain my friend
and live yet again from beginning to end.
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01006-1979/80
AND PERFECT SOUL
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At death in becoming completely free
I leave this body.. that is not me.
I advance as in a dream-alive
my shell will rot... but I survive.
For once again... upon the end
I leave behind my body-friend.
Some roads I found too much inclined
and some I took were self-designed.
For on this path of thoughts and deeds
I walked some roads for ego's needs.
But on this planet... this Cosmic-School
one should not be a body-fool.
For fools but arrive... to but return
from Planes-Divine to life's sojourn.
So lay your path... to find your goal
with roads inclined and perfect Soul.
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01007-1979/80
GREATER THAN TIME AND SPACE
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I have traveled the Road
from its very beginning.
And I will proceed
toward its very end.
No Power in the World
and no Force in the Universe
can delay me.
For I am the way I am
because of the Road.
Which is lonely and full of Obstacles.
Ever climbing.... but beautiful.
I know but the part I travelled
and it is the Unknown I long for.
The Road and I will meet in Infinity
and there I will find my Soul.
Eternal.... and in Perfect Order.
Equal to the Spirit of Obstacles
and greater than Time and Space.
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01014-1979/80
HEAVEN'S BEAUTY INKLING
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Praying is not folding hands
and slipping beads for wear.
It is not mumbling words
in endless droning stare.
It is not falling down on knees
and dreading pain of kneeling.
It is not killing thoughts
in minds to dull for feeling.
But it is...
the reverence of your thoughts
of Earth in Space-Suspense
the joyfulness of summer
and nightly storms so tense
the mystery of the sky
begun in eons hence
the beauty of the flowers
with strength in equal sense.
Yes... praying is the awe of mind
to One so great... yet kind
it is the looking into your Soul
with feelings interlinking
it is the surrendering of yourself
without a moment's thinking
it is the pleasure of being Man
and Heaven's Beauty inkling.
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02025-1979/80
WHO ARE IN DISMAY
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How can I share
the world that's me?
How can I share
the thoughts that plea?
How can I share
the mind that's mine?
How can I share
my Sphere Divine?
Should I then stand at corner stone
and speak... and speak... to me alone?
Should I then shout from building's roof
the words to them so quite aloof?
How can I give this gift that's given
to them on Earth that are but driven
by wealth of dirt and plies of stuff
so puffing up... yet not enough?
How can I give this Gift Divine
to Minds of Man equal to mine?
How can I rest and feel at ease
when wars are flaring... and is no Peace?
How can I rest... or pass on by
while Minds of Man offend the sky?
I can but love and do my best
while Minds of Man must do the rest
I can but love and silently pray
for Minds of Man... who are in dismay.
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02027-1979/80
DEAD FOR SURE
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Trivial words
of pouring purr
Spoken in habit
of daily slur
From man to man
and wife to wife
Completely fills
their daily life.
And if you ever interject
with subjects of some more respect
You'll find a silence so abrupt
as if you were the most corrupt.
And if you ever mention God
you'll find a silence really odd.
And mentioning 'death'
is a killing cure.
For you'll be forever
dead for sure.
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02033-1979/80
BECAUSE I AM
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A thousand times I have tried
A thousand times I have died
A thousand times I have returned
And a thousand times I have yet learned.
And for every time... that I am...
I am I.... as part of Man.
Bestowed with Gifts....
from Powers Above....
to learn to Think....
to learn to Love.
Conscious of the Law to heed...
I'll try again and will succeed.
Fulfilling the Law in true dedication
by the multiple choice of reincarnation.
A thousand times I shall yet live
A thousand times I shall yet give
Thought to Creation...
and to Man
For God is...
because I am.
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02042-1979/80
BUT NEVER DIES
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The Truth...
people never like to hear.
They would rather hear what they like.
And to live...
in continual self-deception...
is what they like best.
They are gullible.
For one big lie repeated repeatedly
gives them faith.
And finally...
they think it to be true.
Being entertained...
is their main purpose.
They have become the clowns.
Materialism is their God.
Commercials their bodily needs.
And angel-cake their helpers.
They read filth.
And revel.
Thinking is their enemy...
and Destiny their curse.
Their Soul is dying...
while their bodies pray for dirt.
Not even their God...
can save them.
The Light that is...
within them all...
is suffering.
But never dies.
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03055-1979/80
THE LIGHT OF BIRTH
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Neither my Hands...
nor my Mind...
can grasp the Immensity of the Universe.
And yet my Thoughts there wander.
Into infinite Infinity
and return before I know it.
Telling me...
that although I cannot grasp
this tremendous Space
it is all within me
as much
as I am within it.
And all I see outside of me...
and around me
seems to be unfolding from the inside out
bursting forth
from the Crevasses of my Mind
that is Timeless
and all Space embracing.
For I am part of 'All That Is'
and am
'All That Is'
and ever will be.
For all I see... and am...
is Consciousness.
Hidden in but Earth
I call my Body.
That's why my Freedom
is my Confinement.
For I am trapped by being conscious
of being Man.
While the Mystery of Space
and 'All That Is'
is no greater
than the puzzle I am.
Hunkering to know my God
like an unborn Babe
longs for
the Light of Birth.
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03058-1979/80