Poem: Human Unity

playing in a vast field of Oneness

a false division strives towards the True

in conflict and tension seeking to Become,

yet lost in its own distorted vision:

a sight born of separation’s lie

casting shadows where only Light exists,

imagining abysses where only Connection dwells;

illusions mimicking as reality in mind’s divide.

 

embodied beings upon a missioned Way

struggling to realize a reconciled Image,

a universal diversity upon the breath of the Divine

moving together in a forgotten unison,

collectively blossoming a limitless Life

where Youth flows from the womb of death

as an unending Expression of humanity’s One Soul.

 

from moment to moment life’s endless labor reveals,

awareness expanding upon Surrender’s poise,

minds joining with vastness of Mind,

hearts merging in a single Ocean Heart,

bodies melting within a Supreme Body;

a secret Closeness hidden in the kiss of space

as an animated Existence envisioning Itself

with married eyes gazing from the inner Expanse.

 

stationed in Truth’s indivisible Being,

an Eternal Love with an Infinite Embrace,

a Supreme Harmony dances between Souls,

intimate and free, a caress of God’s Identity

in the born substance of a Human Unity.

Why the Body-Cells’ Participation Is Indispensable Too

This post makes my cells smile with delight! As some of my own posts have been trying to indicate, matter is awakening to its own truth, and the cells are the little hero-warriors that need to discover this new World and Reality that is awaiting all of us. Thank you Bhaga, from my cells to yours, and All.

Lab of Evolution

To have grasped and then also experienced directly the validity and
efficiency of the approach to Healing elaborated in Russia by
Grigori Grabovoi and his two main collaborators, and to have
celebrated that approach in my previous post, doesn’t mean that
everything that needs to be done for our body can be done that way.
There is a reason, and a very important one – an essential one even
– why Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, instead of doing it that way
too, went rather through the trouble of slowly awakening the
consciousness of their body-cells: if that is not done, nothing is
done from the point of view of physical evolution as such.

It is absolutely necessary for our cells themselves to learn the new
way of functioning, based on the New Energy, that the cells of
Mother’s body had the extremely hard task to discover on their own
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Poem: i have something to say

i have something to say.

no matter whether i am believed or disbelieved,

rewarded or punished,

praised or belittled.

i must say what i have to say.

there is no other way.

yet should i say it poetically

only the poets would hear.

should i try selling it to voters

it would become lost in politics.

if i were to sing it

it would dance for a while,

then fade into unpopularity.

if i were to paint a picture of it,

its colors would speak for a while,

then dry into a dead permanence.

if i were to scream it,

yell it everywhere i go,

it would run in fear and anger,

recoiling into the shadows awaiting another day.

were i to put it into law,

it would lie scorned by the rebellious nature.

were i to kill for it,

it would wither itself into a lonely grave.

were i to represent it by any form,

surround it with words and deeds,

still there would seem an incompleteness to it’s nature.

yet if i were to ignore it,

stifle it as a repressed heart never to be expressed,

my Soul would cry ceaselessly unto the dying ages.

 

i have something to say,

and so with an inadequate word, i say

Love.

Poem: Universal Eyes

Life’s pure music

heart thumping. . .

blood pumping. . .

lungs expanding. . .

contracting. . .

expanding. . .

contracting. . .

energy dancing in such small places. . .

infinite spaces. . .

 

quiet sounds

flowing movements

a silent lullaby of vibrations

settling the mind

 

listen. . .

 

hear the smooth motions

 

legs bending. . .

straightening. . .

arms reaching. . .

falling. . .

eyes opening. . .

closing. . .

lips parting. . .

touching. . .

body breathing. . .

body breathing. . .

 

breath mixing with sky

 

winds blowing. . .

stilling. . .

blowing. . .

trees inhaling. . .

exhaling. . .

rains falling. . .

waters flowing. . .

carving. . .

slowing. . .

reflecting. . .

plants growing. . .

dying. . .

growing. . .

dying. . .

animals mothering. . .

fathering. . .

singing lost hymns of instinct

 

sun shining. . .

shining. . .

disappearing from awareness

momentarily in the

movement of spacetime. . .

Gaia circling. . .

Gaia circling. . .

Gaia chanting its sacred mantra. . .

 

methods of an unknown song of consciousness

 

stars burning. . .

fading. . .

planets revolving. . .

slowing. . .

gravity pulling. . .

universe expanding. . .

infinity condensing. . .

 

a homophonic orchestration humming

 

tiny particles swallowing. . .

converging. . .

harmonization contracting. . .

oneness uniting. . .

motions pausing. . .

 

then a baby cries. . .

in Universal Eyes. . .