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To One and All... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The poems in the following * POEMS07.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 -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- THE HUMAN MAN I AM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If my Soul could write... it would not be any different For each Word that solidifies are my Thoughts made Substance. And all the Substance visible represents my Soul in Atoms Grouped in Letters and Words revealing the Force I am. The Force I am... instilled by the Universe with the creation of Trains of Thought that travel with the Speed of Light from my Soul to me... the Man I am through the Darkness of my Pen and expresses my Soul on Paper. And in a similar way... the Creature I am... is expressed in Atoms by my Soul. Grouped in Cells and Organs... revealing the Human Man I am. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07135-1980 TO BECOME A DANCER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Real Rewards of Life... Real Life... are not... the Fumbling Physical Attainments. They are not... the Splendor of the Physical Body. And they are not... the Magnificence of being Human. But they are..... the many Dances of Consciousness by the Vivaciousness of Spirit within the Mental Beingness of the Unlimited Mind Divine. And to reach the Level of Participation in these Dances of Consciousness we have to go through... the Inner Man of Grandiosity... Splendor and Magnificence. By being a Perfect Creature in the Form of a Human Being. In all Lives... that are needed... to become a Dancer. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07136-1980 IN THE FORM THAT'S ME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eventually my Expanding Awareness will touch the Boundaries of the Universe Unknown. I will discover then... that the Boundaries... were the Limited me. Dreaming. For I am the Universe. Unlimited. In Time and Space. In Thought and Action. But for now... the Becoming Awareness to the 'suchness' of my Total is what I am. And in order to become AWARE I must be where I am. Being me the Limited. But Timeless... for I am Time. The fact however... that I was given a Name and considered myself to be separate from the Universe confused me. But now I know. I am The Nameless. In the Form that's ME. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- Nameless and Numberless page. TO BE TARTED ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Conceived in Sin... from Mother's Kin from the Womb I bare departed. Born with Guilt to make me tilt I was doomed before I started. Instilled with Belief to exist in Grief bound for Hell before I farted. By the Preacher's Bliss that could not miss my Course was firmly charted. But on my Way... from Day to Day the Blinders slowly parted. For The Thinking Me is completely free and not by Religion to be tarted. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07137-1980 THE ENRICHMENT OF SHARING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the Universe of Consciousness... I am but a Hamlet of Thought. Yet... the Universe of Consciousness lingers within my Hamlet. That becomes enlarged by the Moments it dwells within Sharing its Richness for the Exchange of my Thoughts While Both unite in Time. For Consciousness is Consciousness. In which the Smaller contains the Bigger in Moments as much as that the Total contains the Smaller since ever For ALL is ONE. And within the ONENESS the Smaller learns to know the Bigger while the Bigger... already knows the Smaller. Yet... both do grow... by the Enrichment of Sharing. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07138-1980 THIS SPLENDID DOMAIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was a planter in Peru and a scientist who knew I was a female in Berlin and a preacher of sin I was a Dutchman blase and a hussy called May I was a mystic in Tibet and a worker in sweat I was a typist in New York and a breeder of pork I was a doctor in arts and a poet who tarts I was a writer of words and a product of nurds And in all that I was or ever will be I'll grow and become even greater than me For the greatness of Man the players of this game is determined by them within This Splendid Domain. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07139-1980 THE ETERNAL NOW ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today... resting in the Valley of Time I lean forward and see the Peaks of Tomorrow. And the ones I like... I remember. And then... in glancing back among the Pictures of Yesterday the ones I remember... I like. And when the Valley of Time opens... in all Directions it shows me that I by the selections of my Thoughts become what I must. A Peeker onto the Peaks of Tomorrow and a Glancer into the Pictures of Yesterday. To determine... the one I will be... in the Valley of Time. Resting... within the Delight of Being. Among the Charms... of the Eternal Now. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07140-1980 SHARES BUT ONE WHOLE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh Life... oh Life from where did you fly oozing from this... so silent sky? Why did you land... in Time and Space caught in flesh... of Human Race? Why did you... imprison me from the freedom you came... to be a name? Is it to learn... to think and love so easy to do... from your Above? Or is it to be... a part of Life and to be taught... the lessons of strife? Or is it to be... with similar kin to teach and speak... of Life Within? Or is it to show... the Inner Light fashioned by... the Gods and Might? Or is it to grow... in Thought and Mind equal to... the Gods in Kind. YES... SO BE IT... MY SELF AND SOUL. FOR CONSCIOUSNESS... SHARES BUT ONE WHOLE. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07141-1980 IN BEING ONE WITH LIFE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LIFE... is of such a Suchness that if anybody would ask - what it is - and somebody would answer... neither of them knows. For LIFE... is not of a Suchness... that can be explained. It can only be experienced... by living it. Living it... in a Suchness... that shows more and more... the Order of its Nature and the Nature of its Order. To point the Seeker towards the Pinnacle of Balance between Knowledge... Intuitive and Rational. To find... the Depth of Wisdom Absolute. Beyond the Life of the Living... in being ONE with LIFE. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07142-1980 AND STALL ~~~~~~~~~ How can the sigma know the neutron or an electron its equal mate? How can the lambda know the proton or a neutrino its massless weight? How can the cell know sense and feeling or the Earth its daily spin? How can the eye know sights appealing or higher Thought... its Life within? How can I write in poetry... of poetry of Universes great and small? How can I write in words... of Wisdom found in 'The Being of it All'? I can but wonder in parts... of seconds and then I stall... and stall... and stall. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07143-1980 BY WILLINGNESS FROM WITHIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I bow in reverence... like the weeping willow and stand erect like the mighty oak for the magnificence... of the sky at night. And then I wonder... about the impossible task of just one Sun to sustain the Earth... in splendor. And all the stars tell me that we are not alone. While the Sun... and its silent whisper... tells me... that I am it. And when I connect... with "ALL THAT IS" and I unite I know... that it is I... who has made the connection. Not by force from without... but by willingness from Within. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07144-1980 THE SILENT OCEAN INVISIBLE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like the Ocean... and all its Life within originates... and sustains itself from the Ocean and lives in Freedom but yet is governed by Law... the Law of the Ocean.... So is... the Universe... the Ocean Invisible and all its Life within originating... and sustaining itself from the Universe the Ocean Invisible living in Freedom but yet is governed by Law the Law of the Universe that is Written in Silence. The Ocean Invisible... holding within itself Oceans of Space and Islands of Matter with Life within and Life upon sustained by Consciousness. Which is... All There Is. Consciousness... the Originator and Sustainer of The Silent Ocean Invisible. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07145-1980 AND IS NOW ~~~~~~~~~~ I am I... You are You Buddha is Buddha and Christ is Christ. And No-One is like Another. But yet All together we are ONE and the SAME. United... in a Dynamic Universe of Connectivity forming One Another. You cannot follow Buddha You cannot follow Christ You cannot follow Others But you can follow Yourself. All Roads are as different as the Gods who walk upon it But all journeys... end up in the same Place. And this Place... this Place of Places contains the Understanding of the Self. Comprehending the Total in Unity. For ALL is ONE... and ONE is ALL. As it was... in times that past. And will be... in times to come. And is Now. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07146-1980 HIS LOVING BENEFACTOR ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I... yes... I the Higher Self I am the Force and the Enactor. I... yes... I through Space and Time send forth my Part the Actor. And in the Play that I designed the World is his Distracter. For in this World his Babe of Thought he builds to form character. And through his Lives he'll slowly learn the Higher Self his Loving Benefactor. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07147-1980 TO BLOW MY HORN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Brother Poets they are but me for they but write what I did see. For their original Line for Line are but repeats for they are mine. My every Word I ever wrote they slyly use without a "quote". And when my Death will finally come they'll look aghast and perfect dumb. For when my Pen is laid to rest their silence tells I was the Best. Because... the first Poet ever to be born was Loudmouth me to blow my Horn. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07148-1980 BY THE COURAGE YOU ARE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Towards the Evening of Life... Thoughts as old as the Universe - surface - within the Inner of your Being. And mingle. They mingle... with the Daily Sphere of Living and tend to interrupt more and more the Surface You Are. These Thoughts... are the Inner Self... struggling to come out. Recognize these Thoughts... for they are the Real You in hiding behind the Confusion You Are. Conquer all of these Thoughts and find the Real You that is crying... behind... your Laughing Face in Turmoil. Encourage these Thoughts to reveal themselves to the Inner Being You Are. And find the Real You... the YOU that lives beyond the seeming Laughter... of your existence. For then... and only then... YOU can live the Life of the Spirit You Are... in Flesh and Bone. The Spirit... that is waiting to be found... by the Courage You Are. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07149-1980 AS ITSELF ~~~~~~~~~ You my friend.... and I ... are Spirits. Spirits embodied in Flesh. And time after time... we come back to Earth in the Form of Man... to learn. In the beginning... we learn but slow. But later... we learn faster. And finally we comprehend that all Human Beings are Spirits. Spirits in Learning. The Earth is our Playground... the Field of Action upon which we Play in Pleasure and struggle in Strife. The World... our Playground... is a Creation... by Spirits... for Spirits. And called... the World of Man. The World of Man... this Earth... is but Dust. Dust... a Form of Consciousness. For ALL is Consciousness. Consciousness... is Energy that is aware. Aware of itself... as itself. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07150-1980 LIKE IT SHOULD BE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Inner Vitality of the Universe... is Jubilant. For All That Is... is a cheering... Participant and Partner. The Partner... that in its Dreams created... Consciousness in Action. Consciousness in Action towards Perfection. And the Difference... between the Actual State of Creation and the State of Perfection is Its Desire. And within this Desire... dwells Man struggling with his own Desire. And until... the Desire of All That Is is fulfilled by the right Wishes of Man... The Inner Vitality of the Universe... will be striving... towards Perfection. And this will be Forever... Like it should be. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07151-1980 IN DARKNESS ~~~~~~~~~~~ Engraved within... the Patterns of your Soul are the Blueprints of your Earthly Journeys. And your Journeys on Earth are not Battles to be Fought or Wars that are lost by winning. But your Journeys on Earth are Experiments in the Physical in Time's Duration. Experiments... in which you are to Learn and Grow. It is the Curriculum of Life to be Mastered as a Member of Mankind. It is the Conquering of Yourself to be Won Triumphantly in the Duration of Time to find your Place in Space. To find... that the Patterns of your Soul are the Lines engraved in Colour of the God You Are and do not know. Your Journeys are... the Blueprints of your Thoughts to be recognized within the Lives you live on Earth. To finally see the Light... the Light You Are in Greatness... but forgot you were for traveling in Darkness. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07152-1980 UNTIL OUR FUTURE... BECOMES OUR PAST ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Our Feelings touch... on Sacred Ground Beyond our Words... beyond our Sound. And None of us... can yet explain The Blessings found... in Bliss and Gain. For on this World... this Plane of Illusion We struggle but... in plain Confusion. Yet in our Silent Togetherness we dance and dance in Consciousness. For Time to come... for Time to last... until our Future... becomes our Past. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07153-1980 THE WAY OF WAYS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I gave you Friends in animal form But you but act below their norm I gave you Land and Sea and Sky but you but plunder for your I I gave you Body... Mind and Soul But you but see your Worldly Role I gave you Gifts to Share among But you but give your Lying Tongue I gave you Life to last through Time but you but exist in Dirt and Slime I gave you Light in Spirit Form But you but respond with Daily Scorn I gave you Being in Rhythmic Dance But you but move for Money's Glance I gave you Space in Consciousness But you but think in Selfishness I gave you ME to shape and grow But you but laugh and do not know But in the Silence of my Days You will yet learn the Way of Ways. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07154-1980 IN SPIRIT UNAWARENESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I think of Him... I cry. For although he is Beautiful... his Mind is fast asleep. Asleep... in a self-hypnotic-state of Unawareness. Neither to be awakened by Living nor to be awakened by Death. For his Delusion is self-created and solid. Solid with the Illusions of his Shell he calls his Body the Temple of his Consciousness. While his Consciousness is really what he is. Expressed in Dreams of Living and the Illusions of his Deaths. But like Light follows Darkness he will awaken soon. To liberate himself from dreaming and from dying. For my Brother Man in Super-Consciousness will scale the Depth of his Delusions. Into which he fell... and moves in Spirit Unawareness. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07155-1980 WITHOUT REPEAT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For many People... the Future is but Yesterday. For they repeat Yesterday... Today and Tomorrow. They slowly grow older... but not always wiser. And while repeating... they think they Live and Learn. But the Few... who think... will learn... that many People... repeat Lifetime after Lifetime. In different bodies... in different times. Yet they are... the same Repeaters. And the Few... who think... know... that each Day is anew. For None is the same... since ever. And he... who answers the question... - what's new - with nothing... has been repeating since ever. For ALL is NEW. And always... without Repeat. -=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=- 07156-1980