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To One and All... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The poems in the following * POEMS02.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 -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- MY BROTHER MAN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Is not feeling for you... sending Loving Thoughts? And isn't Loving... sending Thoughts with Feelings? While Praying... must be both? And all of it... the Expression of the Soul. Raised to Infinite Perfection equal to the Light of the Supreme. So let my Feelings... and Thoughts... and Loving... be for You... my Brother Man. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02022-1979/80 IN WHICH I CARE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do I then leave the ones I know and join my sphere... my welcome glow? Do I then leave the loving past and join a sphere that might not last? Do I then sever the ties that bind and search for love I might not find? Do I then cut my life in parts and cry and cry for broken hearts? Do I then sever from them for me and find my life ... yet cannot be? Do I then leave for sights unknown that do not reflect in minds of stone? Oh... Force Divine... provide the Light to make me choose beyond my might. Oh... Force Divine... with me... do share this human life... in which I care. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02023-1979/80 TO THE KINGDOM OF GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your Body... this Machine... incredible as ever. Cells and Molecules... to be counted never. A circling Dance in Nature's Game... speaking and listening to your Name. But who is the Who... that masters You? Who is the Who... that really is You? The Master my Friend is the You without End the Spirit Sublime of Space and Time. The You Eternal from Light-Divine the You forever... without Decline. The You that must live... the You that must learn... to abide and to give... to ascend and return... against all Evil and Odd to the Kingdom of God. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02024-1979/80 HEAVEN'S BEAUTY INKLING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 the One We Are in kind it is the looking into our Soul with feelings interlinking. It is the surrendering of ourselves without a moment's thinking to the pleasure of being Man and Heaven's Beauty inkling. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02025-1979/80 AND KNOWS WHAT IS RIGHT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Had we but listened to the Voice that spoke Had we but listened to the Stranger in cloak. Had we but listened to the Sound that rose Had we but listened to the Man who arose. But times have gone by with cultures and revolutions While churches and religions have brought no solutions. So... here we are today in complete confusion while the World of Man pukes in profusion. But the Supreme Intelligence in its Wisdom Galore has given us the choice as was done before. For IT created Man... with an Inner Voice of Light So that each one of us can listen... and knows what is right. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02026-1979/80 WHO ARE IN DISMAY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02027-1979/80 IS LIVING ~~~~~~~~~ Life is to learn to reduce wants to nothing. And to be happy is to not desire. For to be unhappy... is to want. To learn to reduce wants to nothing makes the smallest gift a pleasure. Givers and Wanters... meet in the end. For both... Life is too short. But Givers live... and Wanters suffer. To learn this with Pleasure... is Living. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02028-1979/80 REPEATEDLY ~~~~~~~~~~ It is the feeling beyond and behind words that expresses Thought. For Thoughts do not come in Words. Thoughts live. Thoughts are Beings. Thoughts are Patient. Thoughts wait forever in order to become fulfilled. Wrong Thoughts... return. They cause disease... sickness and Death... repeatedly. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02029-1979/80 NONE OF IT IS PLEASURE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patience... is endurance... without pain. It is the understanding of Time without killing it. Patience... is Time... waiting... without forgetting it. It is longing for Acceptance... effortlessly. Patience... is the Temporance of the Soul. None of it... is Pleasure. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02030-1979/80 DIVINE-MYSTIQUE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am but a tiny part of Soul and part of others in control The part I am.... with my body as tool is learning the lessons of Cosmic-School. This Cosmic-School... this Planet Earth in which I enrolled right after birth is a training place... yes pure unique in this Universe... Divine-Mystique. I am to learn to get along and still yet feel that I belong as part of Souls from Planes-Divine that guide and direct me into line. By thoughts that are my inspiration to find my place in God's Creation And become an individual-self-unique in this my Universe... Divine-Mystique. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02031-1979/80 BY HAND AND TEAR ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I sit and wait... inspiration passes by with words that are but slurr. No signs are written in the sky my mind is but a blurr. But when I sleep and dream.... inspiration is the norm. With words that tumble down without a thought or form. Yes... then I write.... - Poems Crystal Clear - expressed in sound I hear. But when I get my pen and ink I find that I can't think. That's why the scratches written here are carved by hand and tear. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02032-1979/80 DEAD FOR SURE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trivial words of pouring purr Spoken in habit of daily slurr 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. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02033-1979/80 BY THE LIGHT FROM ABOVE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Atoms and Electrons in a dazzling game form my body and call my name. But where is the "I"... that "I" call "I" to govern this mess... so soon to die? The governing "I" that really is "ME" is the Spark-Divine that "I" can't see. The Spark-Divine that's part of the Whole. My Higher Self... I call my Soul. It's a Gift-Sublime to be returned when the lessons of Life are fully learned. The lessons of Life the lessons of Love. The Trial of ME... by the Light from Above. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02034-1979/80 WHEN I LISTEN TO MY SOUL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inside myself.... there is this voice that never leaves me any choice When I just listen and let it be feelings are good and guilty free. Sometimes though.... because I'm Human I slyly lower my acumen And every time the deed is done feelings are down and freedom's gone. I become enslaved to bad distraction while my Total is but a fraction of this so perfect balanced Whole when I listen to my Soul. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02035-1979/80 THIS IS MY SONG ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Could I then just by utter chance Take some words and make them dance? And form some truth in rhyme and reason In good and evil... in trust and treason. Or arrange a playful melody With rhythm and soothing harmony Of syllables in perfect measure Neatly produced to be of pleasure. And bring about this sense sublime From words and words in rhythmic rhyme To give to you 'of finer threads' A sense of 'heaven's wine and breads'. And give to you for beauty's sake A ray of light from morning's break. For life that's lived for gold alone Is hard as rock and cold as stone. So read this verse and yell it loud Into the street... into the crowd For words in rhyme and rhythmic song Can never be too loud... or long. And while you do this... beat a gong. To make you feel... that you belong. And tell the world... this is my song And tell the world... this is my song. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02036-1979/80 A PLEASURE TO ASK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My attitude is the position of my inner mind kept open to openness of any kind. It is the graceful adjusting of my mental-sail that eases my Being through lull and gale. It's an organic state or readiness to respond from within myself... from the deepest beyond. To be held firmly... yet loosely enough to accept life's facts... easy and tough. It's composed by experience... knowledge and time and formed by character and thoughts sublime. Directed by the heart and the inner voice of Quality-Divine and perfect choice. It determines the person... it determines the 'I' to guide my Being till the time I'll die. To find the direction for the path-untrod to say it in short... my attitude is God. Because to withstand the Forces of Life I must conquer the sweet... I must conquer the strife. For me... to do this alone is an impossible task but when my attitude is God... it's a pleasure to ask. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02037-1979/80 OUR DONATION ~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I could shape the Dream in you and lead you beyond the heaven's blue I would show you... the one and only part the ever seeing Eye of the inner heart. That sees by feeling the thoughts of mind that we are creatures of the Master's Kind That sees by desire from the beginning of time the Cosmic Master as the only Prime. But the way to Truth has never been shown and is the most impossible... ever to be known For the path to God... is but seen in a gleam in our heart's desire... the Human Dream. So by my shaping... the Dream in you you will slowly see... why the sky is blue You'll find the Mover... of the ebb and tide by looking for Truth... deep inside. The inner heart that forever sees listens to thought... and inner pleas and lets us know... that in God's Creation the search for Truth is our Donation. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02038-1979/80 TO BE A CHILD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Take all the Time to be yourself For soon enough you're on the shelf. Resembling a silent pile of dust... resulting from I must... I must. Take all the time to see the Sky and open-up your Inner Eye. For the Knowledge that creates the 'YOU' ceases the question... 'Who' is 'Who'. And remember..... Existing... is done by thoughts run wild. While living is..... TO BE A CHILD... TO BE A CHILD. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02039-1979/80 IN WORDS OF SONG ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have 'kinged' them.... I've 'kinged' them... and yet The feelings that are left... the naggings that fret The sense of satisfaction or completion of the goal Do not complete... or do not make me whole. Yes... in my days of glory... in my time of might and shine I was the King... the Superior... when the world was totally mine. But now... my mind is restless... my satisfaction feeble shy For I denied the Creator... the Ruler of the Sky. Because through God... and God alone... sublime I had my Days of Glory... I had my superior time. And now... by twisting and by turning within my blown-up mind I recognize the Master... the Ruler of my kind. To God... in all Its Glory... I bow in silent grief For in the power I assumed... I became a lowly thief. Forgive me... God Almighty... forgive me for my wrong. And let my Spirit praise YOU.... in deeds... in words and song. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02040-1979/80 ONE TOTAL WHOLE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Innermost Sanctum of my unfolding mind contains a Temple of a Sacred Kind. Hidden within... beyond the Shadow of Light... is a Force of Power and Glorious Might. A Power of Love... and desires to please... to help my kind... to a Pedestal of Ease. To show them the Joy and Feelings Divine of comfort and bliss.... I cannot define. For in this Temple... in my Expanding Domain there is an abundance of a different Plane. An unlimited Storehouse of Exuberant Power to make them see... to make them flower. Flower in Spirit... flower in Soul... to make them and God... One Total Whole. Yes this is my Secret... yes... this is my Goal. God... my Fellows... and I ONE TOTAL WHOLE. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02041-1979/80 BECAUSE I AM ~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02042-1979/80 AND MAN CALLS IT LOVE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Steeped in materialism and raised on logic and facts I have a cold reasoning ego... that never reacts. I have no fear and no anger... no worry... no hate. I have no feelings... no emotions.... no belief... and no fate. I like intolerable music and I am far over-sexed. With a computer as brain I am never perplexed. I have a disdain for sickness... and scorn the poor. I am greedy about money... and crafty as a whore. I am cool as marble and never do cry I am the Master of Me... and never caught with a lie. I have no father... no mother... and not a friend I call mine. I am a perfect creature... and oblivious to crime. I am so self-satisfied.... that no desire is left. Asking favours from others.... to me would be theft. One thing is but missing... of which I know little of It's the least I do need... and Man calls it Love. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 02043-1979/80