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To One and All... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The poems in the following * POEMS05.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 -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- UNTIL TIME UNENDING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alone... I am nothing. But united... united with the Universe... I have Total Power. For when I embrace... the Universe in Total Surrender we synchronize. And Spin... in all Directions. Being All That Is. Being All That Is. Until Time unending. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05088-1980 THAT IS DIVINE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is... and Understanding beyond Words. An Understanding... that touches... Feeling to Feeling... and Soul to Soul. Then the Senses of the Physical are too thin to express the Nature of its Closeness. And Separation falls... connecting Being to Being in unison. Beyond this Earth. In the Regions of Life of simple Love that makes us. This Understanding... can only be expressed by Thought. By Thought... of a Nature... that is Divine. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05089-1980 BY FAILING ~~~~~~~~~~ The Nature of our being is not of being You... ONLY. But to be... in all ways Man in Total. For only then... can we understand and conquer the man we really are. The man we really are... Earth as Tool for Spirit. Enabling us... to complete... our Sacred Mission. The Fulfillment of Promise that's written deep within our Soul. In Lines that do not weather by time and trial and do not fade by failing. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05090-1980 THE SACRED SILENT SOUL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Secrets... that are not Secrets to the Eyes that have seen are Secrets to them that are still looking. And no advice or revealing Signs will bring them any closer. For they are looking on an Earth that is not really there. And therefore non-revealing. One of the Secrets to help find the others is limiting the Perception of Earth. And to sense the Forces of Self. That are bursting to be discovered in Silent Sacred Revelation. To find the Silent Self. The Silent Self... waiting to be born... from the Earth... that is not You. For You are... the Sacred Silent Soul. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05091-1980 THE LOVERS OF THE PRIMAL SCENE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh yes... we do. We talk and tremble... we glance and smile. And speak of things... we know are not important. We touch... and know that we cannot leave without. We touch again... and do not speak. But kiss... and kiss again... all over. And then... the Earth is pounding. And the Mountains tremble. And then the Sea... empties into the crevasses... of delight. Quivering... and drowns itself. Time then is lost between the sounds of us. In a living in which the pain of pleasure is equal to the Beauty of Death in agony. And awkwardly... we separate. Knowing... that the Curses of Heaven and the Laughs from Hell have encouraged us to be - what we are - the Lovers of the Primal Scene. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05092-1980 FOR ALL MANKIND ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not care... for painting Colour And neither would I even draw. I do not care... for pounding marble with iron fist or iron claw. I do not care... for moulding claymen. And neither would I weld a flaw. I do not care... for the ease of eye. For seldom do I stand in awe. But from the Thoughts... that leave my Mind I sculpture the image for all Mankind. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05093-1980 THE COSMIC SPARK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have been silent... far too long and did not speak for fear. The hidden Feelings... right or wrong exposed me... too close or near. I kept inside... the one that's me the one that I but knew. Fenced in by Thought... afraid to free I was but outside view. But now... I blare out loud and bold the one that's me... Behold. For in this Mind... this Seat of Thought awakened Force that's undistraught. Like vision... from an Eagle High Like Lightning... from a Virgin Sky. Born to gate... through Language Free... in Poetic Form... the one that's me. Revealing Self to Minds Abound in touching Soul to Soul profound. For through struggle... through Dungeons Dark I've seen the Light... THE COSMIC SPARK. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05094-1980 AND MEET THEM ALL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not belong... in a world that's flashy I do not belong... in a world that pops. I do not belong... in a world so mundane that it continually suffers from pleasure pain. But since I am here... to stay for awhile I try to adopt... a personal style. With an Understanding... of my Man of Kind With acts and deeds... and generous Mind. For every Soul... in its travels through Life Just has to experience its struggles and strife. So I dress up... in their worldly robe But mentally... I'm far off their globe. While I keep in mind... my purpose but small Which is trying to serve... and meet them all. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05095-1980 AND YET IS ME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There... where all Consciousness communicates in the Universe of Silence that is not silent. There... where the Future speaks to the Past and the Present listens that's where I am in Reverence. In Reverence... for the Deepness of the Silence that is not silent. But speaks... of the Greatness in which I dwell and of the Smallness of me. Revealing... from the Immensity of All That Is that I am the Part that speaks and listens. And that I am the Consciousness that both receives and gives Reality to the one I am. Merged into the Being of All That Is and yet is Me. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05096-1980 AND DO NOT KNOW A GRAVE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have walked... from Graves and Death and never lost an instant. For I am Life and never die... and be... for ever Life forever. I have been... the selves I was. To die a Thousand Death. yet do not miss in Time. For I am 'Life' and never die... and be... for ever 'Life' forever. For I am... the Composite of selves I was. To live... for Time to last... - My Life - and never die an Instant. And do not know a Grave. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05097-1980 IN THE CONFINEMENT OF MY RACE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I first saw the light... I felt afraid... for it was blinding. I felt alone and lost for no space was infolding me. And although... I was a miracle nobody seemed to care. And the Coldness of the World encased me in Sadness. And I became a prisoner. Enclosed through birth within this body of Earth and Flesh. And I... but cry. Why did my Soul... so truly free become imprisoned in but me? Why did my Soul... become my Mind and leave my Greater Self behind? Why did my Soul... become Time and Space in the Confinement of my Race? -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05098-1980 SUFFERING SILENT SOUL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How can I speak to Man and Mind made of but Golden Flesh... and Spirit Blind? How can I speak to Man and Mind entangled in his Earthly Bind? How can I speak to Man and Mind in warnings stern... yet gently kind? How can I speak to Man and Mind if Minds in Man I cannot find? How can I utter words in alarm to save the Minds of Man from harm? How can I utter words to heed if Minds in Man... but die of greed? I can but speak words of console... to Mankind's Suffering Silent Soul. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05099-1980 FLEE AND FLEE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words... yes Words... are but the Shadows... of the Thoughts that make up me. And all my Thoughts... in purest fashion determine that what I will be. While it is the Essence of my Awareness that forms my Being and sets me free. Free in Flights to Minds of Beings that far surpassed the Little Me. Oh... please... let the Shadow of my Being in Cosmic Wisdom... flee and flee. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05100-1980 AND CRY ~~~~~~~ In the Book of Life... are many Pages. And for each Life one Page is turned. But some Lives... turn many Pages. And other Lives... don't turn at all. And in this Life... my Life... I am about to turn another Page. The Page I just lived and experienced was beautiful. It gave me pleasure... and great rewards. However beautiful... this Page ever was... I have read it. It was splendid. But finished. For it is worn out by the many readings and from touching the scenes that past. I am turning now... to a new Page.... and I am alone. And cry. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05101-1980 AND YET... WE ARE OURSELVES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the evening... at the shore of Lake Heaven... when the sun just hovers above the trees and each leaf becomes the colour of gold... I move a little closer to my Beloved. And while the wind creates... a thousand little suns in the trees I slowly fold her hand in mine. She smiles them... and on her face I see the contentment of the evening. Her eyes are reflecting the peace of her soul. We sit and watch... we do not think or contemplate... we just are. The birds are somewhat restless. They are searching for a place to spend the night. There are many trees. But somehow there is too much light yet... and the wind is still alive beyond the hills. A small boat moves across the lake. And the mirror surface of the lake... reflects the sun coming lower and lower... while the rower with his oars... makes circles in the water. The circles become golden rings... that grow and grow... to blend with the glimmering haze in the distance. Some faraway clouds are trying to hide the tiring sun but the light is still too strong. Yet it is getting cooler already... and my Beloved moves closer still... resting her head on my shoulder. Her beautiful hair falls slowly over my back... to protect me from the chill that will be coming. There are less and less birds now. The rower is finished making circles... and the boat is pulled-up on the shore. The lake is a perfect mirror... reflecting another sun... not as bright... but more beautiful. The hills are telling me... that the wind has gone to rest. And the hand of my Beloved... slowly moves in mine... and I know her thoughts. They are peaceful... and there are no wishes left... but just to be. Some gravestones in the neatly kept grass... are casting shadows that grow longer and longer. I look into the sky... and some heavy clouds move across the sun. A Little while... and golden spokes of sunrays... pattern the heavens. A late bird... from another world... lands in the tree that is on fire... and the sun... lowers quicker and quicker. Finally the sun that built the radiant spokes... and the sun in the lake... are meeting in blending sparks of togetherness. I look at my Beloved... and slowly her eyes look up and meet my soul. We are content... for universal peace is within us. I glance at the sun again... and the bottom half is stretched out on the lake... while the top half still hangs in the sky. It is completely cut in half. From the distance I seem to hear... the sizzling of the lake that embraces the fire. And then a layer of faint mist covers the water... while the sun disappears into the lake... without making circles. The spokes of light... have become red and move across the sky... in great banners. An owl is hooting in the distance... and the animals of the night begin their day. The first evening stars appear... and their twinkling is translated... into silence and tranquillity. Slowly then... some tears fall on my hand. My Love is crying... and so am I. We have witnessed... the most majestic display of the universe. We feel... that it is within us... as well as without. We cannot understand. We have seen... but our mind cannot accept. In awe... and in the darkness of the day... we sit... and feel united... with the universe. We are ONE... And yet... we are ourselves. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05102-1980 LISTEN OFTEN ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your view of the World... differs with mine. They are not the same. What you perceive... of the World and the Universe depends on 'what' you are about. It depends on... your feelings your attitude your imagination and your Soulness. Your Soulness... is the sensitivety to intuitive knowledge that your Soul has gathered... during all the lives it lived... in the Physical Reality. And although... your Soul is the Magic-Collector you as a Human Being have control of what you want to recall and sense. To learn to do this... you must learn to listen to the Silence Within. For the Silence Within... contains all you want to know. The Voice of the World however is much stronger and completely obscures it. The Voice of the World... is noise. The Silence of the Within... is Music. Be patient... and listen often. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05103-1980 ONLY YOUR SOUL KNOWS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I tore out my Heart... for it rejected my Soul. And without my Soul... I cannot live. That's why I left my Heart. It was bleeding... and so was I. But we survived. For wounds will heal. Living without your Soul... is slowly dying. Living without your Soul... is continually being someone else. And when you do this for too long... you forget... who you are and vanish. You are your Soul. To tear out your Heart however... hurts like Hell. How much that is... only your Soul knows. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05104-1980 THE ENDURANCE OF PAIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She made herself... his Slave. And then... told the Master... what to do... and how to be. And then... unknowingly... the Master slaved. Thus both were Slaves. Finally... the Master said... "Free my Slave for I am King of Self". To learn... what Slaves and Kings are all about... you have to be both first. And know what to do. And when. And how. To know all this... takes Time and Patience. And the Endurance of Pain. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05105-1980 GERARDUS ~~~~~~~~ In this Place... there is no... Criticism or Rejection. And Everyone is Welcome. The attitude of the Occupant is based on... Love and Understanding. Producing Compassion. Sometimes we cry... sometimes we laugh. And most of the time... we are Happy and Joyful. Come back if you like it. And if you don't... we are Friends anyway. Live your Feelings... and feel free... to be yourself. Always. I am me... Gerardus. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05107-1980 TO ME ~~~~~ The World my Betty... is the Smile of the Universe. And you my Betty... are my World. And whenever it rains... I know that you are frowning. And whenever... the Sun tickles the Flowers... in the Fields... I know you're Happy. In this Happy-Mood my Betty is the Way I want you to be. Reflecting... the Smile of the Universe... in the World you are... to ME. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05108-1980 FREE FOR ALL ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love... is the touching of your hand upon another. Love... is the Smile behind your Eyes that can't be seen but only sensed. By the YOU... you are in Mind and Feeling. The Mind and Feeling... that smiles back in Spirit without changing your Face. Love... is the touching of your Soul by the Presence of Joy that announces itself Unheard and Invisible. Love... is the Knowledge... that knows that it knows. Love... never exists in halves. It either is... or isn't. Love... is the Presence of Happiness of Sharing Mind to Mind... Soul to Soul into a Beingness that is Divine. Love... is The Essence of Creation. To live without it... is dying. It is Plentiful and Free for All. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05109-1980 THE GREATEST THING THERE IS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love... is Understanding without Words. It is also talking... without being understood. Love... is trying to understand with the Recognition that whatever isn't understood very well could be the Lack of It... within Yourself. And searching for It... very well could be... the Beginning of It. But the one... who can develop... the Quality of Insight to see Smallness for Greatness has got most of It. Love... is immeasurable. For IT is... the Greatest Thing there is. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 05110-1980