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Voluntary And Involuntary Actions

Spiritual Brain Function

There’s a difference between involuntary
Actions and those that aren’t. It’s been so decided
That there are things that are done beyond our control
And things that we decide to do. What makes this whole
Thing a problem is that it’s somewhat misguided.
The thin line between the two is arbitrary.

If I decide to move my hand, do I decide
To decide or just do it? And if I don’t know
If I do or not, then is it voluntary?
I can control my breathing, but unconsciously
It keeps on without my knowing. How it does so
I know not. How can this fallacy be applied?

Arbitrary then too is our definition
Of the self. It includes not only the body
But the planets in orbit and all that exists.
The illusion of our separateness persists
Only because as a collective we agree
That it’s the best way toward our evolution.

You body knows that you’re one with the universe.
A strange thing happens when you become more aware
That your blood circulating is the same process
As star systems evolving. There is nothing less
Than magnificent unity that we all share.
We must now convince ourselves that it’s not a curse.

Life As One Cosmos

Profound Consideration

An old woman of one hundred four years of age
With hair down to her knees dances wildly about
Sometimes singing and laughing but with tears flowing.
An ecstatic life she lives. She loves everything
As it is without judgement or lingering doubt.
With all things she’s ready and willing to engage.

To know life beyond physical limitations,
Psychological structures, and what is perceived
Is to know life as it is happening right now.
All is one living cosmos. How can one know how
To feel anything different than what’s believed?
Is there hope for we young inexperienced ones?

She shows intense emotion just feeding the ants.
Because she is empathic she knows how it feels
For all creatures to feel love come on randomly.
I will kill ants on sight. They mean nothing to me
But an absolute menace. My hatred reveals
That I’m not quite there yet. What an odd circumstance!

I would not get a scolding for being this way
Nor would she try to stop my incongruous act.
With her laughter and tears flowing I’ll understand
 Why her love and compassion are awfully grand.
What we do here may have an unrighteous impact.
Am I willing to carry along come what may?

Voluntary And Involuntary Actions?

The Mind/Cosmos Connection

I decided to move my hand, but I did not.
Are these acts voluntary… to move or decide?
If we don’t decide to decide but just do it
Then how do we ‘just do it?’ I humbly submit
That our knowledge of such things leaves some things denied
That if were allowed would clear things up quite a lot.

I can feel myself breathing deliberately.
Full control I have of it, but when I let go
Of my focus upon it, it will continue.
Is this voluntary? Or does it have to do
With subconscious processes? Can anyone know
The nature of volition most absolutely?

What we do and what happens to us we believe
Are two separate entities. This is not so.
Everything is but one thing. All acts that occur
Interlink through a matrix. We are, as it were,
On our own, yet together is how we must grow.
The fabric of our lives is a delicate weave.

Just as waves are continuous with the ocean,
The body is the same with the whole universe.
It’s you who circulates you blood, but that’s not all.
Your are shining the sun, and you cause rain to fall.
All motion is accounted for. It could be worse,
But it’s not, and it’s all due to laws of motion.

Three Times A Day

Trinity Divine

Empty space has Intelligence. Science takes note.
It is called the Akash and contains everything
That is known to be universe and far beyond.
We do well by how well we can best correspond
With this network of providence. It’s a wellspring
Of experience that keeps existence afloat.

Things are held into place by the Akashic Space
Everything from an atom to galaxies wide.
If I trust in the process of things working out
I will mitigate misery and useless doubt.
All I want to do is to feel better inside.
The Akash I must thank for holding me in place.

To be able to get the cooperation
Of this most fundamental vital element
Is to live a fulfilled life upon planet earth.
Everyday can be filled with abundance and mirth
Rather than one of struggle and constant torment.
Recognizing the Akash means work has begun.

Long before the sun rises to thirty degrees
Take the time to look out through the Akashic Space.
Take a deep breath, then bow down. Do this once again
At the sun’s peak and setting. A new life will then
Be as sure as existence in this time and place.
Life can be lived in comfort and relative ease.

Consciousness Inside Out

All The Cosmos Within

I am doing this world as, in turn, it does me.
Consciousness therefore flows between both easily
If I can but remember this always is true
Even though I’m brought up with a different view –
One whose mental distortions make it hard to see
That I am everything that the cosmos must be.

Every outside there is has as well an inside.
They are different yet they go with each other.
There’s a secret between them: To seek out new ways
To discover their sameness so that both will raise
Ever higher their consciousness and empower
Each the other with respect and mutual pride.

Consciousness is of two types. One is the spotlight
That stays focused on one thing at one time only.
The other is the floodlight. It is more aware
Of the general picture, and it will take care
Of what’s in the background automatically
In support of the spotlight who wants to shine bright.

My behavior and how I feel differs not from
That of this world in total. It and I are one
And the same. This is true for all inside out pairs.
That of me which is floodlight is the one who cares
About all that exists and can do harm to none.
Infinitely profound is the beat of my drum.

Purpose

What To Do About Being

Logic lashes through meaning. The human in me
Knows too much to ignore not the way that things are.
This star system is but a mere speck in deep space.
Planet earth is a micro speck cursed by our race.
New York City, a super micro spec, is far
Off the scale of significance, actually.

So, the source of creation may not even know
Of this speck of a system of which I’m a part.
If it ceased to exist in the blink of an eye,
Would it fail to take notice? I too much rely
On some force not within me to enter my heart.
Arrogance hinders me from just letting it go.

There’s no God given purpose for me to be here.
That all comes by conditioning. Humans perceive
Themselves as having purpose, but insensitive
We are to other species that are here to live
As we do – without discord. The web that we weave
Is of total entrapment in unconscious fear.

I Exist. That’s sufficient for me here and now.
My believing in something is not worth the pain
Of expecting good service from nature because
I’m the most worthy species. It gets no applause
From the source of creation. Why seek, but in vain,
What my purpose in life is? I can but allow.

We Are The Universe

The Only Frontier

What’s a fact most astounding that someone could share
About all of existence – the whole universe?
Some may find it of interest and take to heart
What the mind of a master would wish to impart.
But most would die of boredom, brain burnout, or worse.
I’m just passing this on simply because I care.

I’ll drop Neil De Grasse Tyson’s name time and again.
He’s one soul I look up to. The way he explains
And answers loaded questions on topics profound
Is the reason he’s become by now world renowned.
Understanding him doesn’t require super brains.
Clearly he is a giant among mortal men.

His answer to the question goes something like this:
The most astounding fact is the knowledge that we
And all life on earth are made of the building blocks
Of the guts ancient stars spewed. It’s no paradox
That the traceable crucible of you and me
Is a cosmic connection no one can dismiss.

Fundamental ingredients do the stars make
Under infinite pressures and temperatures high.
They collapse and explode to new generations
Of life possible planets. Indeed we’re the ones
Who participate actively. Through the night sky
We are what we observe. Nature makes no mistake.

Specific Non-Locations

Nebulous Space

Where Am I, Since I know very well that I am
And don’t mind what I’m made of? It’s just good to grow.
This haystack of a cosmos, to needles like me,
Is too much to imagine… that is, completely.
I’ve heard tell of a ‘pale blue dot’ from a fellow
With a heart born of wisdom. But who gives a damn.

If I wanted someone from a galaxy far
To come visit my world, to direct that one would
Present me with a problem. I know not where I
Am located. Such ignorance can make one shy.
Could a wise postal physicist do me some good
In addressing where I am, or is this bizarre?

Non-Locations Specific are scattered throughout
The complex of the cosmos. Our travel is done
By the means of vibration and focus of mind.
Dimensions of existence to which we’re assigned
Provide lessons for living. Sometimes they are fun.
I’m within an earth schoolhouse. Of this there’s no doubt.

Momentum At Rest

The Motionlessness Apparent

An explosion in slow motion, as it takes place,
Is a consummate spectacle to human eyes.
As we place ourselves out there in body and mind,
We remain optimistic for what we may find.
Have we looked enough inward that we realize
What the nature of time is and how it makes space?

This star system created a vivified rock.
On the surface evolves a thin skin of smart moss.
It has leaped off the earth now to kiss the cosmos
Without asking indeed if it wants to get close.
If we stayed where we are, it would suffer no loss.
That, to many a human, may come as a shock.

Does it seem like it’s moving or standing quite still?
That pertains to our chaos as we find our way
On this Mother we’ve come to know as our birth place.
We exist through a larger will we can embrace.
There are ways to align self to live out each day.
When momentum is graceful, life can be a thrill.

Those Who Watch Us

Providence

The cosmos is expanding, so it creates space
At a rate most phenomenal – faster than light!
In that space there is substance, but not very much
Compared to all existence. Creation is such
That space is the main product. It has taken flight
Like a bat out of nowhere with nothing to chase.

Why there is so much space being made, and so fast,
May remain a grand mystery to the best minds
Until we come to know some things well understood
By the ones who are watching us, not for our good
But for close observation within their confines.
They would not interfere even if they were asked.

They have not come to harm us nor help us at all.
Their mindset is collective. Some have never met,
Yet they’ve joined for one purpose. It is not their goal
To prevent self-undoing of the human soul.
If they acted, it then would be seen as a threat.
Space contains all existence. That’s why we seem small.

The Heart Of The Drama

Cosmic Play

At the heart of all drama there is a time stamp
That relates to all others, so they interact
To provide a performance upon a grand stage
Big enough that all creation wants to engage.
Astral bodies don’t govern us but do impact
The deployment of actors and where they encamp.

The big space sphere surrounding us, studded with stars,
Is a glass ball of ether suspended in place.
The particulate matter caused to flow adrift
Each have unique identity. This is a gift
And a practical guidance for the human race.
All the specks in the cosmos are our avatars.

The performance is ongoing. There is no end
To complex combinations. The drama at play
Is for whose understanding? Whom does it all please?
Information recorded over centuries
Has been used by production crews unto this day
To enhance entertainment for all who attend.

Moving More Matter

Conundrum of Movement

The reason that the universe is hard to know
In its absolute realness is that it’s not real.
It exists to contain us and is made of thought
To maintain the impression we in spirit bought
As The perfect illusion. Our senses conceal
What the soul knows as spirit so that we may grow.

Everything made of substance that senses behold,
On the tiniest level, is nothing but pure
Mathematical formulae… truly abstract.
So, compounded abstraction is taken for fact.
We embrace the preclusion that it may endure
Until some better breakthrough is due to unfold.

Unfolding is a movement of things, as they are
Synchronized in connection and interwoven.
It expands subtle fabric that spirit has made.
It is by our design that true sight is delayed
Perhaps until returning to where we had been.
With such manner of movement, one can’t go too far.

Having thus been created from nothingness, we
Are made of the same building blocks nature provides.
To add to the confusion, we make it make sense
Through the rational process and some scant pretense.
Each, as part of the whole, is the one who decides
Their own place in reality and how to see.