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    To One and All...
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    The poems in the following * POEMS01.HTM * file have been arranged
    in the order they have been written.   The depth and nature of the
    poems therefore indicate the changes the author experienced during
    the time they were produced. There are more than 540 poems and the
    quality between the first ones and the last ones is remarkable!

    Many of the poems practically wrote themselves and all I had to do
    was sit still long enough for them to come through.  At the time I
    was totally amazed where they all came from.  Often I thought that
    I had become that good all of a sudden.  This naturally is not so,
    for all I did was function as an instrument or channel of the Soul
    I really am. I hope that many of these poems speak to the Soul you
    are, and if so; they really come from you!

    The poems in all their "simplicity and profoundness" form a course
    in metaphysics just by themselves.  It is possible therefore to go
    through them one by one, and learn more than by reading a stack of
    books.  The poems in these files are aspects of my Higher Self and
    with great pleasure do I hereby dedicate them:

           - To the World of Man and his Infinite Endeavours -

     Only because of the steady performance of my Benefactors have my
     poems been realized.  Humbly I acknowledge the great changes and
     growth that took place within me in the years 1979 to 1984.

                            Sincerely yours,
                                         Gerardus Everardus Tros
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                             JUST WHAT I SEE
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Am I to write... for Man to read
                             in Letters to be upon agreed?

           No... Hell no... I write what's Me
                       and spell in Words just what I see.

           And if it's you who I offend
                       still let me be your steady Friend.

           For what you hear... in what I say
                        are only Words... in perfect play.

           Read it... like it.. or disagree...
                          I only write... just what I see.

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                              01003-1979/80







                             A SPIRIT DIVINE
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             Blare out these Lines loud and bold
                        renewing Sense that's grown too old

             Blare them out in Sky and Space
                              renewing Mind in Soul Embrace

             Blare them out and feel my Sound
                        renewing Thoughts that have unwound

             Blare them out and hear the Sooth
                              renewing you with total Truth

             Blare them out Line for Line
                           renewing you... a Spirit Divine.

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                              01004-1979/80







                    I LIVE.... I CARVE... I REMEMBER
                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               To live is carving Memory
                                  deep within the Soul.
               To die is to remember
                                  the Lines of Carving.

               To improve is to live again
                                and to remember it all.
               We all carve again... and again
                                 until Time Unfinished.

               Many Lives... and many Carvings
                                            are needed.

            Understanding of Life
                     and the Adherence of the Law
                                    make the Body Immortal.

            Without Disease.... without Death.
                               Carving the Soul is Painful.

                   It takes endurance... and Light.

            The Light of the Intelligence
                    guides carving and remembrance
                                 to Perfection in Eternity.

                   I live.... I carve... I remember.

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                              01005-1979/80






                          FROM BEGINNING TO END
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           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 a plenty... 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 leave 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
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               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







                             NO OTHER MUSIC
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           From the Lute of God... I am but one note
                             and when God plays... I perform.
           I rise and meet the Rays of the Sun
                                       in blended Brilliance.

           There I meet my Brothers and Sisters
                  we form a beautiful melody that engulfs us.
           We dance... and the rhythm
                           propels us to the highest heights.

           We reach the levels of delight and ecstasy...
                                          in Nirvanic Trance.

           God plays until Eternity embraces
                                 the infinite rainbow.
                          We are rapturous delightful colors.

                We listen to the infinite nuances
                                      of God's Symphony.

                We are this Symphony... we did not know.

           We are listening and composing with God...
                                    We Are The Song of Songs.

                  The Song of Songs composed by Love.

           From the Lute of God... I am but one note
                             God plays and I perform forever.

                       There is... no other Music!

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                              01008-1979/80







                          BY TOUCHING OUR SOUL
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             When I talk sex... and crack a joke
                        I am their guy... I am their bloke.
             The more degrading or base the end
                       the more I rise and be their friend.

             But when I talk of God Divine
                     their faces change... I'm out of line.
             Their friendship ends and they feel itchy
                   they feel offended... they feel twitchy.

             Why is it... that when I touch their Soul
                   they feel embarrassed... out of control.
             And how can I... to my friends reveal
                    the Secret of Life... the Goal so Real?

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                              01009-1979/80







                            A TOUCH OF GRACE
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             The emptiness within my Soul
                        cries for fulfillment of the Whole.
             I need to find its deepest Core
                        and fill it up with Self some more.
             So that the echos of my mind
                           do not rebounce or sound unkind.
             So feeling-thoughts will be my norm
                         to fill my space and give me form.

             The emptiness filled up with Me
                         is what determines what I will be.
             For the difference between you and I
                        is the way we feel and see the sky.

             So let me be... and feel some more
                          to fill myself from core to core.
             With thoughts of us... this earthly Race
                        with kindness and a touch of Grace.

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                              01010-1979/80







                            AND MAKE IT GROW
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            There is no Time or Distance I do fear
                       for in my thoughts they are but here.
            Within my mind I but create
                          the limits in which I self-relate.

            But to my Spirit... eternal free
                 my Consciousness does silent plea
                 to raise my limits to Infinite Space
                       to the multi-dimensional Spirit Race.

            Still yet... as man... since Time's begun
                  in all I am....
                  I see the Sun... the Moon
                  the Stars... the Worlds-Sublime
                  as unfolding Thoughts... since Eons'-Time.

            But yet... oh God... in Space Divine
                     show me the space... I could call mine?

            Teach me your Wisdom... your Eternal Glow
                    enlighten my Spirit... and make it grow.
            Yes teach me your Wisdom... your Eternal Glow
                    enlighten my Spirit... and make it grow.

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                              01011-1979/80








                            IN DIFFERENT FORM
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            This mind... this matter... it is not chance
                              that I awakened out of trance.
            This entity... body... mind and Soul
                            are part and total of the Whole.
            Enhancing sights of worlds in motion
                         created divinely by God's Devotion.

            It is but the wandering... foolish thought
                that creates the questions that are wrought.
            In reality mind and matter are the same
                          but form a puzzle like God's name.

            So are the concepts time and space
                             baffling man from race to race.
            They are but puzzles... to be inquired
                            but form God's total as desired.

            From deep within... it's my conclusion
                        that time and space is our illusion.
            And God's sum of mind and matter
                       is God's energy in different scatter.

            So in this Universe...
                        this Concept Divine
                 Mind and Matter... Space and Time
                   Thought and Substance in every norm
                     are the Infinite One in different form.

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                              01012-1979/80







                          IN GOD'S... YOUR TIME
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            Eons ago... when you and I
                    were only dust in darkened sky
                    the Primal One  or  All That Is
                               created Man to be his bliss.

            And through the ages we lived and learned
                      explaining Life... to them concerned.

            But the primal question... how you and I
                    descended from this darkened sky
                    is still unknown as it should be
                          for who are we... for who are we?

            We are not asked to know or to explain
                        the Splendid Works in Earth Domain.
            For no human... in whatever form
                            has the knowing of Cosmic Norm.

            We should but listen to the voice inside
                              and by this Law in awe abide.
            For every creature... high or low
                             is but a Spark of Cosmic Glow.

            So with this Cosmic Light inside
                          look into skies and worlds-awide.
            And wonder... about this work Sublime
                 in awe and pleasure in God's... your Time.

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                              01013-1979/80







                       GREATER THAN TIME AND SPACE
                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

              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







                        FOR THE WILL THAT DELVES
                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            Yes... I know...
                    while they are still groping
                          for I have been...
                                    where they still stare.

            Yes... I have found...
                    the Truth that's hidden
                            by the Earth that is not there.

            For the Truth... that is my Knowledge
                          is the Knowledge that comes free
                 by the Light of the Intelligence
                         that's hidden deep obscured by me.

            To free the Light of the Intelligence
                              is to agonize the Inner Mind
                with the pain of deeper thinking
                           about one's-self and Human kind.

            Within the mystery of Human thinking
                                 is the point of no return
               that will be found in Books of Wisdom
                             from the Wise of this sojourn.

            It is the Treasure of Understanding
                               that within our very selves
               lives the Light for the Enlightenment
                          waiting for the Will that delves.

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                              01015-1979/80







                            THAT THEY DO MISS
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

              Wondering at the Man I am
                             I question the part
                                              I am of Man.

              Am I enough of Man as is
                             or am I just the part
                                                they miss.

              Or am I the part
                     that in its play
                             brought Man to gloom
                                          and deep dismay?


              Oh... could I
                     but be of greater Soul
                             enlarging Man in total Whole.

              And be just more
                     a man of bliss
                             to fill the part
                                        that they do miss.

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                              01016-1979/80







                             AS WAS FORETOLD
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          Multitudes of People of all kinds and size
                 have reality reflected into their eyes
                          from shadows on the wall they face
                        and think they see the world and space.

          And by the patterns on their blind wall
                                they study Man and know it all.

          Should ever one just turn around
                 to leave and ascend to higher ground
                            the dimensions of Truth at last
                          would show the ignorance of the past.

          And upon seeing the Truth and Light
                 he would sense his duty and his plight
                              and so return to past and place
                             bestowed in time to tell his race.

          But finds... that all in blinding stare
                               still study Man in dark despair.

                   No words of wisdom or kind appeal
                 do make them turn to Life that's real.

          The fascination of the world in slime
                        enslaves and binds them to their crime.

          And their opinions and their will
                         slants the Enlightener for their kill.

          For they believe to live so well
                           with Spirits dead and Souls in Hell.

          And the Reality-Beyond that was behold
                             was God-Itself... as was foretold.

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                              01017-1979/80







                             YOUR FINAL GOAL
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           I am the Poet who died and left
                       and was of his due recognition bereft.

           But now I relive to continue still
                     to speak with power and determined will.

           I speak with inspiration from Planes Divine
                     to create again the words that are mine.

           I do not respeak for the recognition I need
                     but the bring a message for you to heed.

           So pay attention to the time I am around
                for the message I repeat has no hollow sound.


           "In this World where you live
                in company with your Brother
                               and your Eternal Soul
                            you are to live and remember
                        your ultimate Purpose and final Goal"

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                              01018-1979/80







                             OF WHAT'S TO BE
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

              I but reflect on space that's dead
                      producing feelings loaded with lead.
              I but reflect on rock and stone
                         creating feelings bare and alone.

                     So... in brilliant sun
                               with shivering will.
                     I speak in words
                                 with deadly skill.

                     In brilliant Sun
                             with rays that are me.
                     I repeat and repeat
                                  this urgent plea.


              "To Make The Light Abundant And Free
                    Yes... Clearer Yet... For Them To See"


              "For life as known to you and me
                            is but a part of what's to be"

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                              01019-1979/80







                              WEIRD AND ODD
                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            I travel through space at enormous speed
                           in shape and form of human breed.
            I travel around by day and night
                      sustained by earth and blinding light.

               I but see my ego's need
                         and do not have belief or creed.
               Only to pleasure do I respond
                         and I don't care what is beyond.
               I am but only bones and blood
                       and fully grown from dust and mud.

            No questions ever are in my mind
                     that lead to answers of different kind.
            For I do not want to know... and why
                    this world keeps racing through the sky.
            Me and my pleasure form a total whole
                             and I don't care about no Soul.

            I rather spend my day and night
                            plucking fruits in equal flight.
            For as long as I have my meat and bone
                               I leave my Spirit-Soul alone.
            How could such Spirits ever be...
                     for you can't be... what you can't see.

               And people who believe in God...
                    they are but silly... weird and odd.

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                              01020-1979/80







                            THE ONE THAT'S ME
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               Often... in the space I seem to be
                         I cannot find the one that's me.

               Therefore I search for Light
                               and flightly flee
                        to lift my eyes to them that see.

               I am not like the flowers and the bee
                       they do not seem to think like me.

               For they enjoy their life as life
                       whereas I but find a daily strife.


               Where can I rest in space at rest
                         creating peace and rest at lest.
               Where can I go and secretly flee
                       to be myself... the one that's me.

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                               01021-1979/80

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