7/22/93 #1 HATONN
FROM THE HEART--IN SONG
Ah, it is the heart that sings when pen is placed against the scroll. When you hear your words in lyric form it is the soul speaking--presenting that which has great meaning. There are many ones who write limericks, sonnets and rhymes, and they all express a "mind" speaking--even if the subject be just another incident in "an-other day".
We are blessed in this place for many ones write to us and share with "poetry" that which is often beyond expression of "mere" words. Each who shares brings beauty, love and TRUTH into our lives and lifts our spirits as on a fresh breeze--reporting that which is often unspoken for "lack of words". We could fill our papers and books with nothing else and yet still tell the story--but who would read? Ones often miss the very essence of life in that which they refuse to share. Poetry is "private", even if it be a verse in a card and when ones are given to sharing, oh, how I wish we could capture it all, share it all and leave these things of "experiencing" in dark ignorance to the living dead. Note that even the "poetry" of Danté speaks fruit out of the depths of longing for soul—longing to rejoice in the Lighted Places of the Lion that Peace could come within.
Poetry speaks of those things which "happen" and ones can express without embarrassment unto self for the "feelings" which can be claimed as "simply words". No—and beyond all—is the poem of a child as he mispronounces his words and spells them only as they sound for if it be his own--he is reaching out in expression of thought and emotion--which, of course, goes beyond the physical and into the totality of "energy" which is emotion.
If you are drawn to write and share, it is our joy to receive and we shall share with ALL as there is space for wisdom written as remembered greatness or observations of simply thought--it touches that part of "another" which longs to SHARE and knows not how for the limitations of physical are so great as to batter down the creative thought within.
I have some "thoughts" from a most beloved friend who privately shares with me—not wishing to "impose" on weary shoulders or busy eyes—and we treasure the gift. This first one speaks of "Good-ness" and a longing to bring some good-ness into the reality from out of the shadows to express in joy and love.
GOODNESS IN THE SHADOW
(Marisa; May, 1993)
My soul, like a dove, awaits the new morn
When peace and prosperities' truth will be born;
When mankind will know about living's true worth;
When love and elation will greet Knowing's birth;
When values once given to money and things,
Will sail away, on dark, leaden wings.
A new sort of day will greet mankind then,
With genius of thought and freedom of pen.
No longer will goodness be treated as rust,
Being scraped and removed and thrown into the dust.
Like the fern, goodness grows often best—in the shadow,
Alongside the path, unto Him few will follow.
First one, then another, casts down unseen spore,
Til green ferns line the path, up to God's Golden Door.
Follow dove, follow—the fern's shadowed trail,
The lonely road narrows, but never will fail.
Though darkness seems looming to hinder the flight,
Hold steady in Truth, toward that unfailing Light.
Each beating of heart and of wing strong and sure,
Causes distance to fall like worn petals—wind stirred.
Soon the Godly shall go unrewarded no more
See, the Master awaits. He's flung open the door!
A STORY THAT EVER REPEATS
(Marisa; May, 1993)
The Great Mind imagined, from stillness' clime,
Then wondrous Creations were born.
Living and breathing, moving and growing
Were creatures of myriad form,
Sustained by a sphere of magnificent grace—
A beauteous bosom of green.
The mountains and volleys, the deserts and plains,
And oceans of blue set the scene.
A great golden Light crossed the heavens by day,
Bringing motion to all living things.
A silvery Light waxed and waned through the nights,
Signs and wonders were forged in her rings,
Man and woman came down bearing soul gifts from God.
Precious time passed away as they grew.
Many times on the wheel of Life would they turn,
Each time learning a lesson or two.
Civilizations were borne into might,
Led by the good and the just.
Then man succumbed to the powers of greed,
And brought their works crumbling to dust.
How many times has man lived through the same—
In a story that ever repeats?
Why does man keep falling, as helpless, dumb prey
For the tempters; the liars; the cheats?
They promised great riches and freedom from toil,
Luxuries, leisure and bliss.
Man willingly follows the luxe to his doom,
Hardly noticing things are amiss.
Though some try to shake him and wake him to Truth
He only responds with a scorn.
Not wanting to see or to hear it at all—
Believing the lie—He's 'reborn'.
Until one day shackled in bond servitude,
Man raises his dream-weary head.
Beholding his MASTER in horror of Truth—
In the dark pits of hell where HE led.
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AH, AND WHICH MASTER
DO YOU FOLLOW??
The note appended to this last one expresses the frustrations of you all who have come to KNOW TRUTH of God's journey and purpose and cannot seem to reach "through" to another. Marisa says that this was born from her own personal frustrations in fruitlessly trying to help others see, and the sadness she feels for them if they continue in their chosen ignorance.
Ah, blessed child, can you not see—that you cannot "make" another see—you can only SHARE. When you KNOW WITHIN and REALIZE it is frustration—then and only then—shall your own soul accept its peace so constantly offered by God unto YOU! " The entire journey begin and ENDS—WITH ME (YOU)!" Remember?
Marisa, and each of you—if you just "light one little candle"—what a bright world this will be! Thank you—for in your own understanding--comes MY fulfillment of service and task. The soul must always search for that perfection which it recognizes through "peace". KNOW, too, students, that "peace" is wrapped in MANY packages for even as frustrations swirl about your being—the ONE direction of movement unto God IS peace! The frustrations are but the "signs" of the journey relative to the physical experience. The fact that you REACH OUT for that peace--IS the very recognition that you are "making" it so.
YOU must never change those steps unto God--for the frustrations of the physical experience ARE THE TESTINGS of "intent". All things physical can be changed, altered and restored if you but give wise action in that which frustrates--changing that which can be changed and in wisdom, releasing that which you cannot seem to change.
Most of you "suffer" in situations which CAN BE COMPLETELY CHANGED—IF YOU BUT TAKE COURAGE AND MAKE CHANGES THROUGH ACTIONS WHICH YOU KNOW ARE NECESSARY. YOU ARE ALL CLAIMING TO BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO "DIE" FOR GOD OR BROTHER--ARE YOU? ARE YOU WILLING AND BRAVE ENOUGH TO LIVE FOR GOD? THEREIN LIES THE TRUTH OF THE JOURNEY!
From: Phoenix CONTACT: Volume 2, Number 5. Transcription- AH.