Rapture Comes To Mind

When rapture comes to mind
I am soaring in the arms of love and joy.

When I am calling out to love, crying out with all my tears,
knowing love will save me from my fears.
Come around me and enfold me, from below and from above,
in the never ending cycle of your love.

But I Am Not Alone

I sit before you
and I speak as though each thought
is telling wisdom to come forth.

I stretch each muscle
as I think, and hope, that love will prove
I’m not alone in what feels like a very ancient, sacred grove.

Yet all I know is not enough
to answer every question, when I tear myself in two
trying to see love and to feel love and to recover from losing you.

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Love Came Naturally

Long ago, you came to me
with the sweetest of surprises.
You are my treasure and I love you.

These words are for you.
"I love you" are the words I'll always use
to tell you that you opened up my heart.

Each day, I see the world anew
and I have everyone to thank for you
Everyone who has known my love, knows my love for you is true.

You're a big girl now, asserting independence,
but you are still my precious child.
You were my little friend and my protector.

If I could reach you, I would kiss your face
and I would hold you, as I hold your heart in mine
from over all these miles.

Corr Blimey!!

Who can tell me how we will ever truly know
why we are really meant to be here
and how we are to go about our business?
This mystery could drive us all wild to the core.

This mysterious life is such a tease;
a sublime flirtation's bold reprise.
Everytime I think of it, I feel the moment's freeze
This stillness drives me wild with it's mystique.

From tantalizing to enthralling,
from sweetness to chagrin
my sacred, existentialist chant, "Corr Blimey!",
says everything that needs be said, for my whim.

"Corr Blimey!" It's a Cockney exclamation,
like "Oh! My God! It's really true!
But it's still a mystery! (In Australia, it's Dinky Die?)
Is this true? I can't believe it! But why?"

These thoughts I need to yell out loud!
They form the old essential ritual link.
With this, my self esteem is strong enough, and bold
that I can take impatience to the brink.

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The "Court of Joy"

Now I must go back to the love I really know is true.
Back to the enduring flame of my "Court of Joy";
Like Persival before, I know I am always welcome home
when the shroud of mist lifts from my engaging adventures.

And, with every turn I take in this world, I know
that I will always expect that unexpected summons
The grand stories I could recall 'round the hearth
will be filled with my miraculous restoration of my "Court of Joy".

Its the difference between glamorie and love
that arouses me in the toil of my path's quest.
Every time I look up, to look around, all the archetypal lessons apply
So, by now, I know I'll never lose my way back to my lovely "Court of Joy"

It's where the great hall stands waiting
to be rapt in the blessings of irony's sovereign myth.
Where each rousing voice tells of their healing, their epic heart story,
the tale of their winding journey home to their own "Court of Joy"

The "Court of Joy" is an invoked place of gathering.
Magical laughter is the enchanting song of this hallowed realm.
Cup, spear, stone and word mark the trials of it's ancient destiny:
Vigilant feeling intellect is the new way to dwelling with the chalice of love.

The unriven truth is that we must hasten if it is, at all, to be found.
So that no one can, ever again, question where we have come from
or where we thought we were bound
The new horizon is, truly, the eternal presence of our loving "Court of Joy"

Ancient Self

My heart is floating:
A sacred opportunity
to feel the pulse of life
beneath my spiritual dignity.

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There's an ancient self
that I keep a prisoner
of my sacred life,
my entranced life.

An ancient self:
The one who knows all;
a seducer who loves to play
in every realm of energy.

An ancient self
who watches me grow
and helps me spread my wings
on billowing winds of change.

An ancient self
who knows the moods and modes of old
constantly flower in a melding
of faithful healing tomes.

An ancient self
who knows full well
that preconceived ideas
are hungry, to the core, for truth.

An ancient self
who, time and time again,
isn't afraid to show power
a thing or two about love.

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Spiritual Dignity

That spiritual dignity that I speak of has been my shield
against the ruins of primordial chaos and the reign of cruel domination.

But high-mindedness is self contained: Not powerful enough,
insufficient, to reach deep into the mire of soulless mind.
Not a word could reach into that place of darkness.
And so, the world became a divided place of have and have-not.

Until true love's power came to reach into the very root of every soul,
loosening the tight grip of dark, hard earth,
letting the warming heat of love's light pour through
to bring healing and nourishment to every branch of being and feeling.

And everyone can feel it, everyone can turn in wonder to it.
For when love conquers everyone can join in the celebration.
Feeling that light of love pouring through every thought and feeling
is a prayer for joy and peace, and for sweet purity of the soul.

And this prayer can be heard ringing in the mind
as the voice of one who's love is strong enough to cut through
to plant the seed of renewal and joy deep
in the nether regions of the boundless, eternal memory of the heart.

This prayer awakens the memory of every contact with joy and bliss:
All those voices of love, from accumulated memory,
all those meetings. We know we saw those little signs of love
that we quickly put to the back of the mind, to distant planes of awareness.

Those memories are never lost. All this can be recalled,
brought fourth and renewed like an endless prayer growing from the heart.
All those breaths, every spark and thought of love, humming and buzzing
through the body, to carry us along, like being on a cloud in bliss.

"Outing" The Truth About Me

I know that I have done all that I have done.
I know that I am the keeper of the threads of my intelligence.
I know that I am responsible for every little choice I have made
knowingly or simply by going along with someone else's will.

Once upon a time, I had a habit of trying to please,
when I really didn't know what I was doing.
I obeyed, but if I could, I quickly turned around and took flight.
Now I quietly ask, was it doubt and fear or some greater knowing?

I'll never forget my earliest awe inspiring wonder
in facing the power of powers, when I grew shy.
`Til, it seems, this very last moment on a very subtle level,
I have been one of a multitude of trembling subjects.

But I am a citizen now! I'm quicker, now, with the antidote;
which is to stand, alone, in silence with my truth.
I am learning to empty my life of needless distractions
until I feel the stillness of my deeper place of self.

From there, I can hold on to the threads
that weave me into the part I play in infinite intelligence.
And I am learning how not to let go of my own sacred insight
as I move from moment to moment.

This is a "mind walk" of my own making.
I have set out to uncover my own truth and lay it bare.
It's pulse must be revealed, unafraid, I will be strong enough
to take the shock of those who feel the raw heat of my heart on their hands.

When I have the courage to say "No! No, thank you.
This is my own choice." maybe I will to have a greater grounding
in fidelity, (I don't want to hurt anyone, from the start,)
when I can say "Yes! Oh! Yes, Please! This is very good for me."

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My Private Learning Curve

There is a language gap that I must get through
if I am to navigate this plain, this field of dreams,
this gathering of souls.
And I am looking toward just one soul at a time.

The humiliation of just one soul in this mighty gathering
leaves scars that can never wear away.
These scars cannot be burned away.
But I know they can be healed with the kiss of joy.

There is a learning curve that helps us reclaim and reconstruct
our original contact with joy. With it we get a feeling
that is sweeter than honey, from reaching out to help each other.
Then we can go to any decision with freedom and plenty of choice.

This is a learning curve, after all, so we have those choices to find.
Sure! Isn't it like a dance, from one, to the next in line?
That's perfectly Okay! But it's really good
when one gets in the groove with joy.

One Soul At A Time

Here is one who has surprised me.
One who is grand. One who has made a clear path
through a world I would never have seen
but through his eyes. -- Oh! Those eyes!

The Crest Of My Hill

The world is at my feet as I look out over my mountains.
Infinity sits on the palm of my hand.
On the mountain crest, anyone can exude confidence
and take this stand, this archetypal command, this breakthrough
to endless joy that leans and shouts into the echo, in full voice: "Truth!".

Standing up here before everyone, with every beat of my heart
calling everyone to listen, with me, to the sound love makes;
the infinite, eternal, endless music of the spheres.
Can you hear the ring of truth swirling around your ears, your heart, your "You"?

On the crest of my hill everyone reaches up with me, sings out with me.
From where I stand, I see secret thoughts rise up in waves of every hue.
Together everyone is joined, again, with the moment of creation.
One being, one heart, one God, one golden hue, one and only You.

Before the sun drops from the horizon, reflected thoughts carry me
deep into the memory of You, the one and everything of You.
Out of sight and always on my mind, these thoughts weave through
every pour, burn Your image into the pallet of my mind,
into raptures of joy, and back to You

You Are My Call To JOY!

Where are You my beloved, my joy?
I want You here in my heart wrapped in holy thoughts
of love, sinking deeper into my soul.
Let me feel the awe of knowing You, the wonder of Your joy.
Wake me from my stupor. Let me feel Your pulse beating with mine.
JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY!

I stand here and I feel all alone, yet I am one with You, I know.
Now! Raise Your love over me, enfold me in Your bliss.
Give me back the power to see Your love, in everyone,
through the eyes of my soul's caress.
JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY!

You are my manifestation of "God" connection.
You are my infinite intelligence.
You are my infinite beauty.
You are my call to joy.
JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY!

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