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    To One and All...
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    The poems in the following * POEMS08.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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                         I BUT FEEL MY SMALLNESS
                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                It is not in the manner...
                                 of my Writing
                    Neither is it in the Stillness...
                                              of my Style
                It is not in the Selection...
                                       of my Phrases
                    And neither is it...
                               in the Quality of my Words.

                It is not in the Loudness...
                                 of the Thunder
                    Neither is it in the Darkness...
                                             of the Night
                It is not in the Quickness...
                                 of the Lightning
                    And neither is it...
                            in the Twinkling of the Stars.

                It is not in the Rumbling...
                                 of the Earthquakes
                    Neither is it in the Blueness
                                               of the Sky
                It is not in the Deepness...
                                     of the Ocean
                    And neither is it...
                                in the Beauty of the Land.

                But All Of It...
                    is within the Inner of my Being
                           connecting my Consciousness
                                        to the God within.

                The God within...
                     that speaks in Silent Syllables
                                               of Silence.
                     And reveals...
                             The All Of It
                             within the Reality I am.

                In Such a Sense of Greatness...
                             that I but feel my Smallness.

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                               08157-1980







                            THE REALITY I AM
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            The way I am now...
                       is the way you will be...
                  similar but different...
                                 in times that will yet come.

            And the way I am now...
                           is on the Earth...
                                         but so little of it.

                   I have fought the Material
                                  and have let it go.
                   I have fought the Direction
                                   and it came to me.

            While the Fight...
                     between the ME
                              I will yet be
                          and the me I still am
                                is the Fight between
                                               God and Flesh.

            To be conquered...
                          by the I...
                     in times that will yet come.
                                         For that is...
                                                the way I am.

            And the Way I will be
                   in times that will yet come
                                     is of an Essence
                                 that is beyond the Earth
                                   beyond what I am now.
                               In the Plane on Consciousness.

            The Plane that will strenghten me
                          toward the Unlimited Regions
                                           of Open-Endedness.

                     That knows no Limits... but ME.

            That is the Way I am...
                 A Soul... dividing Flesh from Consciousness.

                       To find...
                               the REALITY I AM.

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                               08158-1980







                          IN DISCONTENT DIVINE
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             I...
                the Silent Sufferer...
                suffering from this Discontent Divine
                                           know
                                  that my Soul is Jubilant.

             For...
                by the Struggles and the Strife
                      of living in Discontent Divine
                               of its Puppets
                            of which I am but one
                             my Soul is touching
                          the very Beingness of God
                                              in Happiness.

             And climbing...
                     forever higher and higher...
                        upon the Laurels of my Pain
                        and the Efforts of my Partners
                                   who are but me for time.

             For this Jubilant Soul in Happiness
                            we suffer but in Pleasure
                       the Lives and Living
                                 in this Hell called Earth.

             This Earth...
                     the very Plane of Man...
                              the Silent Sufferer...
                                      in Discontent Divine.

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                               08159-1980







                           IMMORTALITY DIVINE
                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             To live dangerously...
                         to live by the Courage
                                    of Inner Persuasion
             To live without Fright
                         to live Recklessly
                                   by Inner Spirituality...

                       - That is The Way To Live -

             But to live normal
                  to live like the many others
                        is but to live like others
                            in a useless repeating Fashion.


             To live...
                  without ever knowing...
                              the Reality of Being
             To live...
                  without ever knowing the Spirit
                                    because of Flesh
                                 is but Dreariness...
                                                  repeated.

             But to live dangerously...
                  and frightless upon the Path of Reality
                     with Spiritual Confidence
                           and complete Conviction
                                of being what you are
                                    Part of God...
                                           and Deathless...

                       - That Is The Way To Live -

             For conforming...
                  is dying repeatedly.

                  While the dangerously frightless Life
                                   of the Single Spirit
                               will find Liberty...
                          in Ultimate Freedom...
                                    and Immortality Divine.

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                               08160-1980







                        WITHIN THE SAMENESS OF US
                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               At one Time... in the Future far
                                         I will understand.

               For within me...
                    born out of the Desire to Know
                                  is the Dynamic Force
                                            called Purpose.

                    And the Understanding I seek...
                                         will be Mine.
               For the Life I am...
                              is Continuous.
                    In different Forms...
                          on different Levels
                               within Space-Time...
                                          and without.
                                             But always ME.

               For the Space-Time... I live in now
                           is but Consciousness in Mode
                                but of an Essence...
                                             the same as I.

               While the Movements I am
                    within Space-Time and without
                          are but the Days and Nights
                                      of the Eternity I am.

               In alternate States of Consciousness
                                            and Continuity.

               And at one time...
                    is the Future far...
                               I will understand.

                    And look back...
                         upon the Modes of Consciousness
                               of Space-Time and I
                                          and know
                                      that we were ONE
                                within the Essence of Mind.

               But lost each other...
                    in but a Moment of Separation...
                                 within the Sameness of Us.

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                               08161-1980







                      IN THE CLOSENESS OF ONE MIND
                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             At Night...
                  when I look into Mind...
                                 I find the Stars.

             The Markers...
                  of the Expanding Universal Mind
                                           of Immensity.
                          And the Immensity of Me.
                                             For ALL is ONE.

             For Space...
                  is but Thoughts of Mind
                                   filled with Stars
                            to show the Endlessness of Mind.

                               Born from Thoughts...
                                     of the Eternal ALL.

             Sharing Thought for Thought
                                         with Me
                               in the Closeness of one Mind.

             While the Eternal ALL
                                 and I
                         expand in Consciousness
                   by the Thoughts...
                         of Stars expanding.
                                To mark our Space
                                       with Endless Markers.

             For Space... Time... Stars...
                                        and I
                                 and the Eternal ALL
                      are but Thoughts in Mind
                                      of All That Is
                                 in Unison of Consciousness.

             And nothing ever will be lost...
                  for All is Present...
                          within the Mind of Minds.

                   Sharing Thought for Thought
                                           with Me
                               in the Closeness of one Mind.

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                               08162-1980







                                THAT'S ME
                                ~~~~~~~~~

                    How come I knew...
                         and didn't know...
                                The Path is me...
                                              by me.

                    How come I knew..
                         and didn't know
                                The Path is me...
                                         through me.

                    How come I knew...
                         and didn't know
                                 The Path is me...
                                               as me.

                It is because...
                   in all the Lives that past
                             I've grown the Light at last.

                And by the Lives...
                             in ages free
                                 I've grown the God...
                                                that's ME.

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                               08163-1980







                             AS GOD AND MAN
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               Yes... I will split this Earth
                                 and its so stinging pull
               For I have seen the Truth of Life
                                 and know the bloody Fool
               That in Insanity by Spells
                                of Skin and Bones and Mud
               Is but the dullest of Desires
                               and the pleasures of a Dud.

               For I.... the SELF
                       forever am in Presence
                                beyond this seeming Place
                     And do not have existence...
                                         in only...
                                           Time and Space.

               But forever am in Presence
                              of All That Is I am
                     To live and be...
                               as Time and Space
                                   and both...
                                           as God and Man.

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                               08164-1980







                             NOT REALLY REAL
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               I am healthy... I am good
                          and I behave just like I should

               I am the Creator of Life to be
                    in Modes of Mind from Light that's me

               For by my Thoughts from deep within
                     I create the Self... the Mental Twin

               So in my Forms in Space and Time
                            I am both Self and God Sublime

               And not one Force that is not me
                             can ever change the God to be

               For my Eternal Living Light
                      directs my Being... directs by Sight

               Upon the Path that's yet unknown
                               to be sojourned by me alone

               In carrying forth this Matter Cross
                             that I create by Mental Dross

               Until the time this Conscious me
                        surrenders to the Twin that's free

               To find that I the Self and All
                          are Cosmic Light beyond enthrall

               While all my Forms in Beingness
                 were but the Modes of Consciousness
                      but States of Mind that so appeal
                    but Dreams of Life... not really Real.

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                               08165-1980







                             THE COSMIC MIND
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          When I have found...
               the Delight of Being
                         to be my Total Self.

               The Depth of my Dream
                         will be touching
                               the Inner Worth of my Soul

          I will be free then
                    of the Confinement of my Body
                         and rise to the Level of Consciousness
               marked by the experiences
                        of the God I am within the Cosmic Mind.

                         And the Markings...
                               will be in Richness and Splendor
                                       of Understanding.

          Then I will know
               that the Self I experienced
                         is ALL that ever was.

               While the Experiences
                         were but the Illusions
                                          of my Mind.

          Depicting the Limitations of my Awareness.
               The Limitations of the Self
                             in training to become...
                                                 the God I am.

          The God that was hiding
                   beyond Eternity in Time
                                I fashioned to be.
                                    Because of my Limitations.

          The Limitations that I will conquer
                              to become the ALL that ever was.

                      The ALL...
                              that's me...
                                   the Cosmic Mind.

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                               08166-1980







                          WHERE LEAST EXPECTED
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            I know a better place...
                              than Earth.

                      And it is there...
                                 where least expected.

                      For it is but hidden beyond
                                 the Focus of the Physical
                              within a State of Mind
                                      in which I am and feel.

               And within an Instant of Time
                                     I could be there
                                 if I but knew the Mind I am.

            But to really know the Mind I am
                          I need to know the God I am.
                   The God that is lost...
                               within its Creation of Matter.

                   And I but measure...
                             in Dimensions of Size
                                      by my Conscious Mind
                             in seemingly Separateness
                                           of Time and Space.

            While both Time and Space
                        are Aspects of the Cosmic Mind.
                   The Mind focussed in Realities
                            in which I am not present as yet.

                   But know to be there...
                                where least expected.

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                               08167-1980







                           AND NOT THE FLESH
                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          I... the Idiot
                    who does not know
                            am but a Shock...
                                  and Mental Blow
                    to Minds that think
                            that they alone
                    are Knowers of their World
                                     that's sown
                        the Evil and the Pestilence
                                  combined in War and Violence.

          For I do say... and say again
               that I create since Time... since when
                     the World in which I live and die...
                               and am the one
                                      who does not cry...
                let's fight and kill this Enemy
                     and show them Right and Scenery
                          of Life that we in Pain
                                have wrought
                                   by Deeds and Stain
                          by taking Land and silly Mud
                                      to bury but our Body-Dud.

          To find that at our next return
                a Body waits that must yet learn
                      that Violence for whatever cause
                            provides but Tears without a Pause.

          For even in what's Self-Defence
                            one may not kill at Soul's Expense.

          For the Lasting Mind of Consciousness
                      is the ONE that counts and not the Flesh.

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                               08168-1980







                         THE GOD FEMALE SUBLIME
                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            Sometimes I find you Delightful
                       and sometimes I think you are not
            Sometimes I think you're Graceful
                              while often you are but a Plot.

            In the Daytime I think you are sexy
                       and at Night I find you insane
            In the Evening I see you as Beautiful
                    while in the Morning... you're too plain.

            And sometimes I think you're Elegant
                   for your Movements are Neatness in line
            While often I find you too Adamant
                      and yet your yielding is purely Divine.

            But at all times... you are the Enticing
                          like a Promise elusive in Time
            Creating Rhythm too lively for soothing
                          by being... the God Female Sublime.

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                               08169-1980







                        IN THE SILENCE OF KNOWING
                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

         I do not want you to Love...
                        I do not want you to Cry
                                   I but want you to Understand.

         For Understanding is the 'essence' of Living.
                   While Living is to Love and Cry...
                                but neither is to be done alone.

                   And that my Dearest...
                            is what Life is all about.

          Life is a Struggle.
                   A Struggle between Pleasure and Sadness
                           between Love and Denial
                                between what is
                                             and what cannot be.

          But through the Loving and the Crying...
                                                  called Living
                                      we grow and become Mature.

          And Maturity can only be attained by Experience
                  the Experience of being together... and alone.

                  With the Pleasures of Loving...
                         and the Sadness of Separation.

          All we do is Experience.
                    While all Experience is Growing to Maturity.

                  To finally become Strong...
                                    and Fearless
                                 by the Life we live.

                  And by the times we meet
                                      in the Silence of Knowing.

            So... in the Days ahead...
                     we live... we love... we cry...
                                          together and alone...
                         to mature and become... Beautiful People.

            Strong and Fearless...
                      through experiencing ourselves...
                                                  in being...
                                             The Beautiful We Are.

            By Loving...
                with the Inner Smile of Understanding.
                  Like Flowers and Trees united in Nature...
                    by togetherness and in the Silence of Knowing.

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                                 08170-1980







                             OUR BREAD AND WINE
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

              In the Eons and Eons of Man in need
                        his Eyes and Thoughts went up to plead.
              Knowing not... that HE... by his Total Self
                     was the GOD and CREATOR... yes HE himself.

              So in all the Eons he moaned the Sky
                           the Truth of Man just passed him by.
              For in all his Acts... for food and drink
                       he called on Darkness and did not think.

              And in his Delusion of different skin
                           he did not see their Godness within.
              While in his Pain of War and Might
                      his Selfness but bled... his Godly Light.

              But in this Aquarian New Age Design
                           Man's Mind and Planets are to align.
              And he will know... that his Self... so odd
                          is the very Creator and the only God.

              For Man... this Creature of Eons old
                         is the true Designer and Builder bold.
              For his Worlds and Stars are made in Mind
                     by his hidden Thoughts... the silent kind.

              Flowing forth forever... from his Mental Twin
                     from this Human God... the Creator within.

              But now... that Man has found his Source
                          his Inner God will direct his Course.
              Embracing Brothers from Time and Space
                              for Consciousness is of ONE Race.
              And through our Cosmic Mind Divine
                       we move... and share our Bread and Wine.

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                                 08171-1980







                             AND DON'T KNOW WHY
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

              We do not really want our Loving
                    and should but be as Friend to Friend
              For all the Sadness we slowly gather
                                will be too Painful in the End.

              But yet our daring Love in hunger
                        creating Thoughts we cannot still
              Is far too far from neutral Feelings
                                 to be denied in spite of Will.

              And in the times we meet in Silence
                      hiding the Words beyond our Thought
              We but live in little moments
                             that our togetherness has wrought.

              For the so lovely State of Loving
                        and the Pleasure we both do share
              Cannot deny the State of Knowing
                             that both of us should never care.

              Yet... in the Touching of our Being
                      we softly tremble... so deep inside
              To touch again.. with Silent Knowing
                            the Feelings both of us can't hide.

              While the Advice from Inner Sources
                      keep steady telling us to Self-Deny
              Yet... we obey the Secret Voices
                       that Lovers love.... and don't know why.

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                                 08172-1980







                          HIS TASTE AND DAILY CREED
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

               If I could 'poet' at lightning speed
                        it would be useless and without need
                        for the reader's eye cannot exceed
                        what his mind could grasp in greed.

               But even adopting to the Human Breed
                        with the steady pace of a centipede
                        is still too fast to get him keyed
                        for poet's thoughts he doesn't need.

               For in all the lines that I do feed
                        he sees but words and not the heed.
                        And all he swallows... indeed... indeed
                        is worldly weed and not the seed.

               I wonder if I would succeed
                        if I wrote poems of sex and greed
                        with boobs galore and super-steed
                        to suit his taste and daily creed?

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                                 08173-1980







                              AND TO NEVER DIE
                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

             The Teacher of Man... the Greatest of All
                     started his Glory when born in a Stall
             And when he was little... his Wisdom Divine
                     silenced the Learned of Temple and Shrine
             With Words of Mansions and Paradise Earth
                     of Truth Eternal... within Man from Birth
             Engraved in Silence... hidden in Soul
                     to be followed by living... making us Whole
             For the Truth of his Words... older than Time
                     is the Secret of Life... by Spirit Sublime.

             For the Knowing of Ages... through living Life
                     is stored in Soul by the Struggle and Strife
             That we daily encounter on the Path of Ascend
                     to follow the way of the Master and Friend.

             For he who came... to show us his Way
                     was teaching us Man... by Love-Portray.
             And we who follow the Path of the Cross
                     do need his Guidance to gain our Loss
             In the Valley of Self... on the Ridges of I
                     to join him in Time... and to never die.

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                                 08174-1980







                                   ALWAYS
                                   ~~~~~~

             Since I know...
                   that there is nothing I can learn
                               from what there is outside of me.

                         I dwell inside...
                                    and learn ALL.

                   For in the Silence...
                          of my Inner Being
                                  I find the Light
                                            that's living.

                         Life itself... by Knowing.

             While ALL that I ever get to know...
                                   is nothing more
                                      and nothing less
                                                  than ME.

                                                     THE KNOWER.

             And while I the KNOWER live Life
                                in whatever Form or Being
                          in whatever Plane or Level
                                                I am That
                                                    what I know.

                          Nothing MORE...
                                      nothing LESS.

                                   ALWAYS.

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                                 08175-1980







                               IN SELFISH NEED
                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           I write and write...
                          and who does care?
                                 Another Writer... here or there?

           A Writer who does not really need...
                                    the Thoughts I feel and need.

           For he himself...
                  in tip top shape
                         knows that writers can't escape...
                  the Silent Thoughts that tumble down
                                to be dressed up in Suit or Gown.

           For the one who writes...
                             is in the know...
                  that tumbling Thoughts are pure as Snow
                  and softly fall... from who knows where
                              to be expressed by Words that Care.

                  So this is....
                       why just him and I
                              but write and write...
                                       and don't know why.

           For the Masses never touch a Poem or Book
                                    or neither even care to look.

           For Words to them are all the same
                           beyond their Mind... beyond their Aim.

                  And all they do with eager Greed
                             is be a Body in selfish Need.

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                                 08176-1980







                                AND OURSELVES
                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                  I my Friends...
                         I'm only here to learn.
                  And what is Valuable to me...
                            indeed might be Useless to you.

                  But it is wrong to think...
                         that somebody knows it all
                             and somebody else is ignorant.

                      For All of Us are here to learn.

             While None of Us will ever learn anything
                      when we keep rejecting each other
                                 because we have different views.

             For to keep rejecting each other
                          denies us the opportunity
                                        to learn from each other.

             And the Learning we have to do...
                                  is... to learn from each other.

                  For 'that' is...
                          the only thing there is to learn.

                  While All of Us...
                                 at all times...
                           are the Student and the Teacher.

                  Hiding within ourselves...
                                         to find the Truth.

             Waiting to be found...
                  by teaching and learning from each other.
                                                   And Ourselves.

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                                 08177-1980

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