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To One and All... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The poems in the following * POEMS06.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 -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- AND THAT IS A BLESSING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Every Atom... knows how to be an Atom. But every Human Being... does not know how to be Human. Most of them... do not even know how to be Man. It took a million years to make Man out of Monkeys. And it will take millions of years... to make Humans out of Man. The Progression of Consciousness is very slow and different for everybody. Some develop fast... some very... very slow. Many are Man... but few are Human. And most people are not aware... that the Progression of Consciousness is equal to the efforts applied. To learn this... is becoming aware. Some call it a Blessing. But it is not. It's called Self-Development. We all have the same Unlimited Potential free. And that is a Blessing. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06111-1980 THINK ABOUT IT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If in Total Creation... there was only one thinker I would like that thinker to be ME. For I would think... of a System of Thinking that created more thinkers. Thinking is Creating... and Creating is Thinking. And the One... cannot possibly be... without the Other. Creation... is the Master-Thinker... thinking. And without this Master-Thinker... thinking you could not possibly be thinking. What do you think... thinker... about this Master-Thinker's thinking? I think... that the Master-Thinker... is the Enabler of Thinking... and never really thinks itself. While you and I... as thinkers... use the Enabler to think. What do you think of that... THINKER? THINK ABOUT IT. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06112-1980 PERFECTLY ~~~~~~~~~ If in the whole World... there is not one Human Being... who is capable or knows how... to Love and Understand me... and I am not capable or know how to Love and Understand... that Human Being in return... this... my Life... has become a useless journey. And if the Goal is... to Love 'All'... while a mutual duet... is not possible... how can I ever learn... to Love... all Human Beings? But when I become LOVE... I do not need to Love... or be Loved. For I am IT. To be LOVE. That is the Goal. That is being God... perfectly. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06113-1980 INCREASE YOUR GAIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To think of nothing... and do it is a Sublime Conception... and Activity. But to never think... and to do that... is useless. And yet... most people would rather die... than think. And although... even thinkers die... they at least know whether life was a gain or a loss. And yet... all people gain. But most people don't know it. For the Gain of consciousness is forever Positive. And never Negative. And whether you know it or not... the Gain of Consciousness is the purpose of Creation. It has been like this... for quite some time. Think about this... once in a while... and increase your gain. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06114-1980 FROM JOY'S BEYOND ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cry... my Soul... yes cry forever. And empty fast... your Stream of Tears. Into the Depths of Seas of Sorrows cleansing the Oceans of your Fears. And then fill-up this Space of Hollow with the Joy of Jubilee. For the Source of Joy and Sorrow is the same... in a Soul that's free. So empty out... this Grieving Feeling. And cleanse yourself... from Soul's Despond. So that the Bliss and its Blessed Healing will fill your Heart from Joy's Beyond. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06115-1980 AND FLY ~~~~~~~ If I would give to you... all the Beauty in the World or if I would give to you the World in all its Beauty I would but part with a Gift of Moments I would but part... with a Gift of Time... that would not last. For all of it... would slowly tarnish... and disappear in ages past. And even... if I would give to you... a Diamond Moon with a multi-million Facets it would but be... a poor Lampoon. So therefore then... my Soul and Partner so therefore then... my Total Whole I will not give... a Gift of Moments for it would but be... short Console. But what I offer... in Pure Surrender... to my Partner and my Soul... is the Gift of Light... that's Everlasting the Gift of Light... to find your Goal. That's hidden deep... within your Being that's hidden far... beyond the Eye. To be discovered... by your Godness to make you fly... and fly... and fly. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06116-1980 I'M THE ONE TO BLAME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Words... the Words... I hear them still the Words so small... so dear. They ring yet in my mindless mind from day to day... from year to year. The Words as old as Man... as old as Time and yet so truly new. For coming from the Lips of Her they are enough and coo. So softly spoken with tenderness yet ringing in my ear. I Love You. I Love You. I'm yours... my Sweetest Dear. I cannot feel... I cannot sense from overwhelming Cheer. I am but lost in Eyes that shine so lost in Love... and freed from fear. For never in the Age of Man will Words sound just the same. For in her Eyes... there is no light and I'm the one... to blame. For in her Eyes... there is no light and I'm the one.... to blame. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06117-1980 WHAT ELSE IT BUT COULD BE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With jubilant ring... with sounds I love her voice speaks to my Soul. And listening to her cheerfulness my mind rejects control. Her laughter and her sense of sense they lift me feather light. But what pain I am... what misery if things do not go right. My lips don't speak... my hands are tied my mind is full of thought. This total stranger... that I am with manners quite untaught. Why is her nearness stilling me why is her presence fear? Why does her Being attract me so and why are my thoughts not clear? Why is her face so beautiful why is her Being me? If this isn't Love... I do not know what else it but could be. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06118-1980 YOU DID RIGHT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wander in a Land so Strange no Shadows... Breeze or Sun I wander in a Forest Weird with Trees that are undone. There is so little sense to Wind no Force at all in Storms There is no Wetness in the Rain there are no Signs... no Norms. How do I find... where I should go how do I search for me? When Sun... nor Wind or either Rain I do not feel... I do not see. And yet within my Inner Self there is this Twinkling Light that winks and flares so certainly and whispers... YOU DID RIGHT and whispers... YOU DID RIGHT. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06119-1980 MANY OF THEM SEE NEITHER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Greatness or Smallness of a Poet does not depend on the quantity of his Readers. The Greatness or Smallness either is ... or is not. And the amount of Greatness or Smallness of his recognition depends upon the Greatness or Smallness of his Readers. Few Readers can recognize... Greatness. While others have trouble recognizing... Smallness. Fewer yet... have the ability to see the difference between the two. Many of them see neither. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06120-1980 UNTIL PERFECTION ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you tell your friends the Truth you will lose them all. This however... is much better... than having many friends... and lie to them. The latter... is what people call... being nice. Also remember... that most people who are nice... are not very bright. Just nice. Knowing the Truth... and being able to use it wisely is being nice and wise. That is what you... should strive for... until Perfection. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06121-1980 GREATER... THAN YOU AND I ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In living together... we have many and many things against us. But even... if 'whatever could exist' is against us or even if the world would collapse we would surface above debris and waves of torture. For what we have on our side from Within is the most powerful combination there it. It's Love... Understanding and Self-Control. And with these three on our side there is nothing to fear or to lose. And although we have fallen many times we arose And are. For these three are greater and more than just the two of us. Greater... than You and I. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06122-1980 WHICH IS GODNESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ People think... that they need "Beauty" as much as that they need Ugliness. Ugliness... causes Sickness of Mind. Sickness of Mind... causes Sickness of Body. The above is TRUTH. The Total of Truth and Beauty... is Wisdom. Wisdom... is knowing... what counts. Which is Godness. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06123-1980 OR WOULD IT? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ To say... I am not important... defeats the goal. To not say it... is more important To think either... is worse. And to never read the above... is a blessing. To forget about it gracefully... is impossible. But the best one can do. So next time... be aware of what you read. To reflect on this... is suffering. Some people like that. The whole thing... is open to debate. Which would be useless. Or would it? -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06124-1980 AND ALWAYS WAS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I would give the World to you in the Form of Love it would not be sufficient. Not... that it wouldn't be sufficient for you. But it would not be sufficient on my part. For I want to give to you... the Universe and all the Love it contains. For the World... is but a temporary place of dwelling... and learning. But the Universe... and all the Love it contains... - that - is what I want to give to you. For the Universe... is your ultimate Destination. In which you will find... the Fulfillment of your Desires and the Refinement of your Soul. So... on this so special occasion in your Time and Space Continuum I know... that the offer of my Symbolic Gift... will be received with Happiness and Silent Solemnity. Thank you... for your Acceptance... for it is yours. And Always was. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06125-1980 FOR NONE TO KNOW FROM WHERE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is I... who moves my pen. But the 'More of Me'... that brings my Thoughts. Thoughts... translated through Matter that is but me. Spelling out the Words... solidifying Thoughts to Substance. For ALL to see... for NONE to know from where. And although it is I who translate it is the More of Me that really counts. The More of Me and I are partners of a Being in Divided Dimensions. A Reality... in which I am but Matter and the More of Me my Thoughts. For ALL to see... for NONE to know from where. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06126-1980 THE LOSER ~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes... when I look Mankind in the eye I measure the Depth of Stupidity. I look in... and see the Vast Emptiness of Soulless Wasteland. And far beneath the Ranges of Ignorance I find the Fields of Nothingness. Too barren... for Boredom to stay. So Boredom replaces itself... with Frenzies of Frustration enclosed within the boundaries... of Insanity. For the Sparkle of Soul... that once was there has been choked by things instead of kindled by Thoughts. Thoughts... replaced by things. An exchange... that's pointing out... the Loser. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06127-1980 For All That Is - is You ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Space is... Unlimited. Matter is... Endless in quality and quantity. Both Space and Matter are the Medium for the Creator... and of the Creator. And you and I... are Space... Matter... and the Medium... as Part of the Creator. Small Parts... but growing. And by growing enough... by growing great... by growing forever more... you and I will become... greater Creators. Small... yet at first... but we will grow greater... later. Until you and I... will be Creators among Creators. For Space is... and Matter is... unlimited in quality and quantity... for ALL... who grow... by means of... Self-Development... and Spiritual-Enfoldment. So grow... Unlimited and Endless and be... the Medium and the Creator. For 'All That Is' is YOU. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06128-1980 THE ONLY WAY OF LEARNING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So many people I know... are children. They play with toys... and tinker with cars. However... they have the right to play for they are children. In times to come... in lives to be lived they will cease their playing... for they will grow. Yes I know.... For I was one of them... sometime ago... some lives ago. How pleasant they were... and how soothing. For Life... is so beautiful as a child and so splendid... when grown-up. Yes grown-up... but did I grow enough to be a child no more? Did I grow enough... to know... that the Universe... is the Playground... of Playgrounds. Where seriousness is sickness... and Play... the only Way of Learning. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06129-1980 BECAUSE OF OTHERS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On opening the Book of Thought you are still there... and laughing... and waiting. For in the Distance of your Eyes... I see the Inner. Hidden within you... so beautiful... so alone... and longing. Yes... you keep it hidden so well that I can only sense it by opening the Book of Thought. While nobody... will ever know... but us. For the times we were... - we didn't - because of others. And since Loving... is mostly Longing... I long... in the Silence of Time... for you. And while not a word is spoken the Book of Thought is closed in Searing Sorrow. But secretly we do... in Dreams of Loving by Eyes that sense the Thoughts of you and I... behind the words... - we didn't - because of others. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06130-1980 IS DETERMINED BY YOU ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do you sometimes think that your life is a mess? Do you sometimes think that you couldn't care less? Well... my dear friend my partner in time It's because your thoughts descend instead of climb. And how can you then with eyes so sorry blind reverse your direction and change your mind? Well that my dear friend my partner in time is done by Thoughts of Love and Thoughts of the Sublime. For the purpose of Life my partner and friend is the Search for Truth to be found in the end. And the Search for Truth that's hidden within is the Reason for Being for you and your kin. For Life is Truth... and beautiful... and true While the Direction of Thoughts is determined by you. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06131-1980 IN INFINITE SPACE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not see by eyes of atoms and do not taste for tissue's lust I do not hear by ears of molecules grown by the shaping of Earth's crust. I do not smell by parts of protons built by the Earth that is but dust. But by Life... beyond my senses of taste and smell that I enjoy I hear the vivaciousness of laughter and see the light of inner joy. For it is the Life... beyond my body that is but slowly ripened Earth it is the Life... my mind... my spirit that is... and feels for me from birth. And this my Life... my Soul-Eternal senses this Earth by my body's grace. And never would I trade my Life for bodies... or for all the worlds... in infinite space. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06132-1980 AND REPEAT AND REPEAT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the blistering days of summer when the sun is burning my sense and the grass is scorched and even the trees seem to suffer... I wonder. I wonder and think... about the millions of years that Heat was Heat forging the Earth from its beginning and I was not... what I am now. Was I then the grass... or the tree suffering? Or was I but the fruit... in the maul of a bear? Or was I but a part of this rock so shattered by lightning Or was I but a grain of sand... melting into glass? Or was I the flower so struggling to bloom... in this endless struggle? Or was I but the wing of a bee... or maybe the honey in an eon's man's tea? Whatever I was in times' retreat I became and became... from the Heat that was Heat. And know... that in this future's endless game I will be again... and repeat and repeat. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06133-1980 IN THE SILENCE OF ITS PRESENCE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT... what I seek... the Nature of my Reality... the Knowledge of what I am of 'All That Is' and 'All That Is' is of me is hidden deep within. THAT... what I am is to be revealed by the Inner Journey into Myself... through Myself and through the world as I know it. For the Nature of my Reality... the Part I am of God... is the Soul... that forms my Identity. Interwoven... with all Consciousness of which I only know the Part I am... and is searching. While yet... the Total of all Consciousness is within my Soul. Waiting to be found... by me... the Part that is seeking. Seeking for the Whole that it contains... in the Silence... of Its Presence. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 06134-1980