Only Our Thoughts

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Only our thoughts

Deny the lifting spirit

Holding us buoyant

In the being alive. 






Only our thoughts





Cage our minds,





Eclipsing





The wealth





Filling us





Until brimming,





Until our hearts





Are overflowed.





Only our thoughts





Obscure the love





Streaming out





Through ever cell,





Streaming out





Irrepressible:





Infinitely giving,





Infinitely wise.





Only our thoughts,





Our harmless thoughts,





Our transient





Substance-less thoughts





Believed to be strong,





Believed to hold





Power over us,





Believed for so long.





Only our thoughts





Are burnt





Under love’s internal sun,





And brought to nothing,





Our bonds loosened





As thoughts are seen





In freedom,





Seen for what they are:





Just fleeting thoughts,





Not owned,





But passing through





Unhindered, unclaimed, unchained





From who we are.

			

	


			
				


	

			
Photographer
		

				

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In the moistened autumn air





Morning time is late,





Shuffling from the lengthening night





Through swathes of disintegrating leaves





Let loose the life that gripped





So urgent and productive





To branches now revealed.










Rooks craw in skeletal beech





Where only a smattering of bronze





Tenacious leaf, still reluctant





In the wind, cling jewel-like





And fluttering. And other birds





Pick at the glut of berries





With the needle of their song.










Somewhere in this,





Where the sky morphs





And reveals and holds





The whole landscape,





Walks the photographer,





Drinking in the all that he perceives,





Almost convulsing





With each perspective seen,





Almost pained by the utter beauty





Unfolding in fleeting perfections,





That even if time were his to own,





He could never hope to capture.






			

	


			
				


	

			
The Wealth
		

				

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Not one of us





Upon the earth





Is anything less





Than the whole sun





Shining in being,





Illuminated in the endless wealth





Emerging from the formless realm,





The nothing and the nameless,





Our infinite self





Ever at our finger tips,





Infinitely Infinite and infinitely free.





–





It is only our crowded thoughts,





Straight-jacketing us rigid.





Gripping us to an idea





Of a drought-ridden self,





Stiff within our skin





And so hopelessly lonely,





That thinks us





Thought-severed from the Source,





And made bleak as a separate entity.





–





And yet, those thoughts separating





Are but tenacious thoughts,





Combined, conjoined, layered,





Believed, stiffened, judged





And felt solid enough to be real,





Each one hiding us from the truth:





–





That universal love





Is the absolute fundament of our nature:





The life force propelling,





Filling us up,





Upholding the fleeting entities





We call our selves,





Buoying us





Even when we deny we out buoyed.





–





Not one of us





Is anything less





Than the soul





That is all,





The one,





The only one,





The love emanating from Source





Becoming something,





Ever unfolding as the form-ful manifest.

			

	


			
				


			
				


			
				


	

			
Idea number one hundred and fifty-two: Hold Firm
		

				

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The limited one





Who’s listened and learned





And thought





In all manner of spiralling pathways,





Listing reason, rejection, and facts





And one hundred and fifty failures,





Leading to failure





Number one hundred and fifty-one,





Says: you’re just not good enough.





And chatters, chatters, chatters on.





–





Yet, the one unlimited,





Says: speak





For your voice





Is a voice to be heard.





Go on always forward.





Write with the wind behind your pen,





Unleashing genius upon the page.





Let your life flow in ink





For the joy





Of ideas metamorphosed,





Ideas grasped from realms ethereal,





Buzzing alive in your head





And conducted





Into the matter of the book





That will be read





If you but put your whole mind behind





The creation of it,





Knowing the limited one





To be a friend enlisted,





His chatter a misused tool





Not a hindrance,





His ideas, gold,





If only directed,





His creative urge





Your own wand





Through which the magic unfolds,





Emboldening your life





And the script you must be





To be wholly yourself,





Holding firm to the pen that you love.

			

	


			
				


	

			
Rest Awhile
		

				

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Come thought,





Dogged and persistent,





Rest awhile,





For you have laboured





And toiled and tried





Yourself weary.





Rest awhile





For there is nothing





You can do,





Nothing you can improve





Or fix or even make right.





The world is as it is





And you are small,





A child in all of this.





Rest awhile





For the thoughts you think





Only momentarily eclipse





The love





That holds you in the world.





Rest awhile





And you will see,





You will feel,





All is well,





All is as it should be.

			

	


			
				


	

			
Love Connects Us
		

				

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Though the days





Are heavy with loss





And the winter of grief





Holds us too close,





Love is yet





The deeper principle,





For all are borne





On love’s unknowable meandering,





All are borne upon life’s lifting back,





And though we are all





At some time recalled





Beyond our mind’s reach





And beyond the veil





Of substance and reality,





Love accompanies our passing,





Holding our hands





And whispering





That we are loved





And that those parted





Are not truly torn away





But still connected,





Still with us





In the union





That does not faulted





Or ever end.

			

	


			
				


	

			
Awareness
		

				

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When he speaks from Source





His heart is whole in his chest





And fears do not trouble his thoughts.





Even his troubles are untroublesome





For the Source holds all,





Sees all with beautiful clarity.





With time and memory absorbed,





There is but the now to behold,





A now of infinite plenty





Where he is alive,





Alive with innermost energy,





New as a universal birth.










When he speaks from Source





He stands at the expanding edge of the





Universe, singing the song he is,





Being none other than himself,





None but he who sees:





The very wellspring of reality.






			

	


			
				


	

			
Way Home
		

				

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There is a scented trail





Waiting upon the breeze,





That, like a dog





You must follow.





For the scent is a smooth ribbon





Of being,





A substance made of love





That calls you by name





And feeds your every need





Until there is only wellbeing.





Kindness flows upon this cord,





Energy to hold your hand





And lead you to effortless life,





A voice breathing away your fears





And calling you to your self,





Your voice,





Calling you homeward bound.