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It doesn't interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even
the gods speak of God.
-- David Whyte

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THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD

I dreamed I had an interview with God.

“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.

“If you have the time” I said.

God smiled. “My time is eternity.”
“What questions do you have in mind for me?”

“What surprises you most about humankind?”

God answered...
“That they get bored with childhood,
they rush to grow up, and then
long to be children again.”

“That they lose their health to make money...
and then lose their money to restore their health.”

“That by thinking anxiously about the future,
they forget the present,
such that they live in neither
the present nor the future.”

"That they live as if they will never die,
and die as though they had never lived.”

God’s hand took mine
and we were silent for a while.

And then I asked...
“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons
you want your children to learn?”

“To learn they cannot make anyone
love them. All they can do
is let themselves be loved.”

“To learn that it is not good
to compare themselves to others.”

“To learn to forgive
by practicing forgiveness.”

“To learn that it only takes a few seconds
to open profound wounds in those they love,
and it can take many years to heal them.”

“To learn that a rich person
is not one who has the most,
but is one who needs the least.”

“To learn that there are people
who love them dearly,
but simply have not yet learned
how to express or show their feelings.”

“To learn that two people can
look at the same thing
and see it differently.”

“To learn that it is not enough that they
forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”

"Thank you for your time," I said humbly.

"Is there anything else
you would like your children to know?"

God smiled and said,
“Just know that I am here... always.”

-author unknown
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Seventh June 2008, or Anytime, Anywhere

I might have forgotten your name
or where you live
or the colour of your skin
but you are my sister or my brother
you are my uncle or aunt
you are my friend, son or daughter
never my foe
I am your fellow traveller
mother, father
I am you and you are me.

Les Waddington
Tudibaring, Australia or where the waves pond like a beating heart....or like Nina's Little Shop!
130 years ago - 1838 Massacre of 28 Aboriginal people. Myall Creek NSW

Nina sent me this delightful poem written by her dear friend Les Waddington with a note that said:
Les Waddington -- 87 years old, an extraordinary man, friend to all; non-judgmental; a Theosophist for decades; a Carer of the Earth; Tudibaring Farm; A family man; The Family of Humankind; Reader, Writer, Poet, Painter, Giver, - an inspiration

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A Finer Reality

Beyond the brink of
third dimensional matrices
quantum grids pulse patiently
Colossal cosmic frameworks
conduits for consciousness
expansion and discovery


Vibrationally pure scaffolding
of light and energy
to free our restricted state of reckoning,
reunion with grand beings,
majestic worlds
of creative ecstasy, wholeness
and unimaginable joy


The past has been lived
for eons
patterns repeating
in grooves of fake safety
pain, pleasure, loss, agony, fear
lifetimes of predictable tales
expectations and experiences

A new Way awaits

Old paradigms dissolve.
A finer reality is dreamt into being
inspiring the expanded Divine-Self
Awakened hearts and minds imagine,
focus and create it so


Hearts and minds open
Inventive imagination in the moment
with vision for the future
Brave hearts venture forward
curious as little children,
courageous as unlimited adults
moving graciously into worlds unknown


Opportunities flourish for unique discoveries
Every woman, every man, every child
universal and terrestrial explorers
in this contemporary time-frame
Releasing the focus on the material
mastering the time-weary illusion
vibrationally evolving into The Real


Expanding into multidimensionality
Finally wholly Human
Reunited with Soul
Complete

 

Cedar

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Imagine a Woman
by
Patricia Lynn Reilly, M. Div.

Imagine a woman
who believes it is right and good she is woman.
A woman who honors her exp
erience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman
who believes she is good.
A woman who trusts and respects herself.
Who listens to her needs and desires and meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman
who has acknowledged the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman
who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and to her wisest voice.

Imagine a woman
who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs her own spirituality and allows it to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman
in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman
who honors the face of the Goddess in her changing face.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her precious life energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman
who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.

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NO FEAR

 Fear is the true root of all mishap.

A creator of victims, that starts as a

            small spark of insecurity.

Igniting our frame with the doubt of ourselves

            and our abilities to manifest that which is

            perfect for our growth,

            it multiplies in our psyche

            creating images many times their actual size

            blinding us to the vast possibilities within our grasp.

We become fascinated with fear's expansion

            feeling fully compelled to feed it.

Suddenly fear becomes larger than ourselves

            and we are lost within its grasp.

Better to live fearlessly.

Rip it from your heart deliberately.

Experience that eternal moment of freedom

            often mistaken for emptiness.

Allow love to flow in.

You'll never miss fear once it's gone.

It is only the anticipation of fear leaving

            that begs it to stay.

 

Let it go........

Fear will lie to you

            in its quest for survival.

Fear is necessary

            only to itself.

See the truth.

Know

No fear

  ©April Crawford. Both poems are by Ish. The first is from April’s book Reflections of a Spiritual Astronaut.
The second is from April’s free weekly newsletter Inner Whispers, Vol.1 Issue 11. Please visit AprilCrawford.com.

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when i was a boy, very little
yes i was
i counted all the stars, from the middle
yes i did
the sky was my universe, me the master
yes i was
my craft was a chariot, only faster
yes it was
my goals were so simple, and so clear
yes they were
i could fly to the sun with no fear
yes i did
capturing the essence in my soul
yes i did
i explored the all of earth, and myself
yes i did
all of earth was an easy project
yes it was
my self an endless galaxy
yes it was

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THE INVOCATION OF THE OMEGA POINT
by Robert Coon

Know, Oh Universe, That I Love You with All the Grace,
And with All the Power, of the Love of Messiah...
That my awareness is Eternally caressing all Forms of Reality,
Sharing this Bliss in the most Beautiful and Creative Manifestations...

Let my Heart be possessed by the Spirit of Truth!
Let my Existence be Dedicated to the enlightenment of All
Consciousness throughout the Universe! Let my Enthusiasm be a Light
Of Love and Truth for all to Feel! Oh Let my Touch
Be the Highest Manifestation for the Will Divine!

Let my every Action transform this Reality into Greater
And more Loving Perfections! Let my Body be
The Most Sacred Temple of Truth! The Omega Point is Here!
Clarity of Vision has been Redeemed throughout the Universe!

Copyright © 1975-2007 Robert Coon

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Rain from Nowhere

His cattle didn't get a bid, they were fairly bloody poor,
What was he going to do? He couldn't feed them anymore,
The dams were all but dry, hay was thirteen bucks a bale,
Last month's talk of rain was just a fairytale,

His credit had run out, no chance to pay what's owed,
Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road
"Geez, great grandad bought the place back in 1898,
"Now I'm such a useless bastard, I'll have to shut the gate.
"Can't support my wife and kids, not like dad and those before,
"Even Grandma kept it going while Pop fought in the war."
With depression now his master, he abandoned what was right,
There's no place in life for failures, he'd end it all tonight.

There were still some things to do, he'd have to shoot the cattle first,
Of all the jobs he'd ever done, that would be the worst.
He'd have a shower, watch the news, then they'd all sit down for tea
Read his kids a bedtime story, watch some more TV,
Kiss his wife goodnight, say he was off to shoot some roos
Then in a paddock far away he'd blow away the blues.
But he drove in the gate and stopped - as he always had
To check the roadside mailbox - and found a letter from his Dad.

Now his dad was not a writer, Mum did all the cards and mail
But he knew the style from the notebooks that he used at cattle sales,
He sensed the nature of its contents, felt moisture in his eyes,
Just the fact his dad had written was enough to make him cry.
"Son, I know it's bloody tough, it's a cruel and twisted game,
"This life upon the land when you're screaming out for rain,
"There's no candle in the darkness, not a single speck of light
"But don't let the demon get you, you have to do what's right,

"I don't know what's in your head but push the bad thoughts well away
"See, you'll always have your family at the back end of the day
"You have to talk to someone, and yes I know I rarely did
"But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids.
"I'm worried about you son, you haven't rung for quite a while,
"I know the road you're on 'cause I've walked every mile.
"The date? December 7 back in 1983,
"Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the brigalow tree.

"See, I'd borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson place
"Then it didn't rain for years and we got bombed by interest rates,
You said 'Where are you Daddy? It's time to play our game'
"' I've got Squatter all set up, you might get General Rain.'
"It really was that close, you're the one that stopped me son,
"And you're the one that taught me there's no answer in a gun.
"Just remember people love you, good friends won't let you down.
"Look, you might have to swallow pride and get a job in town,
"Just 'til things come good, son, you've always got a choice
"And when you get this letter ring me, 'cause I'd love to hear your voice."


Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.
Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.
He called for his wife and children, who'd lived through all his pain,
Hugs said more than words - he'd come back to them again,
They talked of silver linings, how good times always follow bad,
Then he walked towards the phone, picked it up and rang his Dad.
And while the kids set up the Squatter, he hugged his wife again,
Then they heard the roll of thunder and they smelt the smell of rain.

Murray Hartin
February 21, 2007

Muzza (Murray Hartin) has been asked to pen something for the Salvation
Army that can bring awareness to the general public about Rural suicide. He
came up with this poem which I think is exceptional, brought a tear to my eye
anyhow. 

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Imagine
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

(Imagine all the people sharing all the world)

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

- John Lennon

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I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing
I'd like to build the world a home
and furnish it with love
grow apple trees and honey bees
and snow white turtle doves

I'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms
and keep it company

I'd like to see the world for once
all standing hand in hand
and hear them echo through the hills
for peace throuout the land

thats the song I hear
Let the world sing today
a song of peace
that echoes on
and never goes away

I'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony

I'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony

I'd like to build the world a home
and funish it with love
grow apple trees and honey bees
and snow white turtle doves

I'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms
and keep it company

- Seekers

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I Have Learned So Much

I
Have
Learned
So much from God
That I can no longer
Call
Myself

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
a Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me

That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even a pure
Soul.

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me

Of every concept and image
my mind has ever known.

From: 'The Gift' - Hafiz
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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All the Hemispheres

Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
And love.

Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.

Greet Yourself
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
Back home.

All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
Chatting

While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
You.

From: 'The Subject Tonight is Love' - Hafiz
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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Beauty

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her
unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
"we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes
and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
Khalil Gibran

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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)

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Planet Earth
by Patricia Kathleen Page

It has to be loved the way a laundress loves her linens, 
the way she moves her hands caressing the fine muslins 
knowing their warp and woof, 
like a lover coaxing, or a mother praising. 
It has to be loved as if it were embroidered
with flowers and birds and two joined hearts upon it. 
It has to be stretched and stroked. 
It has to be celebrated. 
O this great beloved world and all the creatures in it.
It has to be spread out, the skin of this planet. 

The trees must be washed, and the grasses and mosses. 
They have to be polished as if made of green brass. 
The rivers and little streams with their hidden cresses 
and pale-coloured pebbles 
and their fool's gold 
must be washed and starched or shined into brightness, 
the sheets of lake water 
smoothed with the hand 
and the foam of the oceans pressed into neatness. 
It has to be ironed, the sea in its whiteness.

and pleated and goffered, the flower-blue sea 
the protean, wine-dark, grey, green, sea 
with its metres of satin and bolts of brocade. 
And sky - such an 0! overhead - night and day 
must be burnished and rubbed 
by hands that are loving 
so the blue blazons forth 
and the stars keep on shining 
within and above 
and the hands keep on moving.

It has to be made bright, the skin of this planet 
till it shines in the sun like gold leaf. 
Archangels then will attend to its metals 
and polish the rods of its rain. 
Seraphim will stop singing hosannas
to shower it with blessings and blisses and praises 
and, newly in love, 
we must draw it and paint it 
our pencils and brushes and loving caresses 
smoothing the holy surfaces.

© 1994 P.K. Page

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