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This Is What You Shall Do

A Virtuous Life

Love the earth and the sun and all the animals.
Despise riches. Give alms to everyone that asks.
Stand up for the stupid and crazy among us.
Keep a positive slant on the things you discuss.
This may be one of the most difficult of tasks
But it may be one of the sanest rationales.

Devote your income and labor to other folk.
Do hate tyrants, and argue not concerning God.
Have patience and indulgence toward the people.
Take your hat off to no known construction of bull
Or to any man. Do not the ego applaud
Or else antagonism it may well provoke.

Go freely with the powerful persons – those who
Are without education… also with the young
And with the mothers of families be at ease.
Through the eyes of the other the wiser one sees
All there is that is missing. Keep quiet your tongue
Lest the thing that you offer be arrogant spew.

Re-examine all that you have been told in school
Or in church or in any book. Gladly dismiss
Whatever insults your own soul. Be the poem
That is of richest fluency as your words stem
From the depths of your soul. Do encounter the bliss
Of a wholesome authentic life and one that’s cool.

Work With Raven

A Connection To Spirit

The collective unconscious – the mind’s reservoir
Of creative impulses – connects one with all
That is possible for us to experience.
Consciousness as interpreted has to make sense
To the psyche. The images that we recall
Tell an intimate story of why we explore.

Spirit guides, we all have them to help us along
The path we have made ready through our intention.
From the animal kingdom some spirit guides are
And in terms of mythology it’s not bizarre
That belief in the story strengthens retention.
Within context there is nothing that can go wrong.

If the Raven is your animal spirit guide
You’ve the bearer of magic and the messenger
From the great void from where all things originate
By your side. You’ve the ability to create
Positive opportunities as if you were
With the forces of nature totally allied.

For some, reading this is quite the pain in the ass
But bear with me a while more and hear the heartbeat
Of the rhythm intended. Let it all sink in.
I do not seem to care if patience is worn thin.
I care much about making this last verse complete
Now that I have gone way past the critical mass.

When A Soul Contract Ends

Moving On

Soul contracts are agreements we enter into
Before birth because souls involved will be bonded
Together for some time for lessons to be learned
That are raw and specific. Our guides are concerned
That we grow through experience. We’ve responded
To spiritual process. It is nothing new.

Before this contract is created we will meet
With our guides who permit us to plan and design
Which life lessons and situations might be best
For each soul’s evolution. What we manifest
In the way of our karma may fall out of line
With intentions original. It’s not defeat.

When all lessons are learned then the contract will end.
When that happens folks respond in various ways.
Like losing an old friend some may feel great sorrow.
But some may be quite happy to let someone go
Who had been a real asshole throughout all the days
Of the contract’s duration. Have you made a friend?

The end of a soul contract ends only a part
Of your life. The next chapter will always be there.
With certain understanding we learn and engage
Our manifold relationships on the life stage.
We instruct one another to be more aware
Of the matters that matter so much to the heart.

A Powerful Message

You Are Everything

Powerful is your essence. The eternal flame
That is you shall never be extinguished by you
Or by anyone else. You are the universe.
You may feel sometimes that existence is a curse,
But the fact that you are here can offer a clue
To the confounding puzzle that has not a name.

You are infinite spirit, body, mind, and heart,
And a heartfelt expression of the infinite.
You are thought and the dream become reality.
The fabric of existence wanted you To Be.
The divine spark that you are remains ever bright

You’re the whole of creation as well as one part.

The nature of eternity you understand.
A conscious decision was made by the divine
That confirms your creation out of perfection.
You maintain by your focus a strong connection
To the God force within you. You are by design
An expression of worthiness, and you were planned.

This moment is eternal and all that can be.
From within it you are born into here and now.
Now has always existed and ever shall be.
Is it not time that you acted accordingly?
It is up to you only to choose to allow
All that you are made up of to be completely.

Reason And Passion

Table Games

My soul is oftentimes a grotesque battlefield
Upon which judgment and reason wage bitter war
Against passion and appetite. Is there someone
Who could be the peacemaker to get the work done
That my discord and rivalry I’ll exchange for
Melody amid oneness wherein I am healed?

But how shall you address my most troublesome need
Unless I myself make peace with all elements
That my being consists of? Passion and Reason
Are the sails and the rudder. The voyage begun
Without one or the other must lead to events
Unbecoming a vessel. Who could intercede?

Reason ruling alone is a force confining,
And passion unattended is an open flame
That burns to its own destruction. For this reason
Let my soul exalt reason in praise of passion
For without proper guidance it will cause me shame.
As two guests in my home much do both of them bring.

I then treat them as equal. To elevate one
Is to lose the faith and love from both of the two.
Among hills as I sit in the cool shade of trees
I’ll know God rests in reason. From that place of ease
God also moves in passion. I am the one who,
As a leaf in the forest, has only begun.

The Life Purpose Myth

Being IS Its Own Purpose

Childhood dreams of Becoming someone cool someday
Fueled by love and encouragement from everyone
Are the kind that, when clung to, become life fulfilled.
If I got to the point where I’m constantly thrilled,
Where each day is another one filled with much fun,
Would I not get so bored that I’d not want to play?

Or would I reach that happy place right in between
Gloom and mania where I can tolerate well
Challenges that life offers to me and all souls?
Is it too late to think about setting new goals
If the ones set in earnest are all shot to hell?
To those who are damned happy, I shouldn’t be mean.

I have cake yet uneaten, and as time draws near,
Getting up from the table is childish and rude
To the host of the household and all other guests.
I’ve no concern about what my other digests.
Each of us has the freedom to choose what is food.
All the pain comes from what we have eaten in fear.

I have been a small player in such a big game…
A bit role played to script in explicit detail
Is the life I’ve not eaten. To have is enough.
The perfect Magic Realist does play it tough.
Having chosen a path where my heart must prevail,
I’m now on a strict diet that can’t include fame.

What Shall I Do?

Suspenseful Purpose

The Suspension of Matter in relative space
Is the quaint cosmic setting in which all exists.
Microphysics and those of unspeakable size
Bend the best minds of science. Must I realize
That all that I’m a part of not only consists
Of all that I can sense in my humblest embrace?

I know not what to do and need guidance always.
Thankfully it’s available to everyone.
Love the earth, sun, and animals. Despise riches.
Give alms to everyone who asks. Treat that which is
With respect and tread gently. Do have lots of fun.
To the dense and the loony, give them their just praise.

All your income and labor, devote to others.
Do hate tyrants and argue not concerning God.
Have patience and indulgence with other people.
Take your hat off to nothing, and don’t take the bull.
Go freely with the powerful, stupid, and odd…
And the mothers of families as life occurs.

Re-Examine all you’ve been taught at any school…
Or the church or from any book. That which insults
Your own soul, do dismiss it. Your flesh can’t but be
Poetry in its full richness of fluency.
Silent lines of the lips and face, living exalts.
The whole body becomes then a most gracious tool.

Appreciation

Life And Death Are Both Blessings

There’s so much that I live for. It’s easy to say.
Often times I may say it while not feeling whole.
It is by social habit I wear the costume
Of the life-loving specimen who hides much gloom.
Time I have on this earth is for growth of my soul.
Should death come within hours, I’ll have much time to pray.

All my prospects and travels and brief love affairs
I do cherish more strongly when faced with the threat
That within a small march of days all will be gone.
How would I spend that time? Will the song of the swan
Be discordant to deaf ears? Will there be regret?
Or will I in bliss wait for my moving upstairs?

The dear deer in the headlights on one pitch black night
Is frozen in astonishment and total shock
That life may end abruptly. If the driver yields
Then the creature finds newness in grazing its fields.
Reveille from the universe is a hard knock
To quotidian consciousness, but that’s alright.

If the cataclysm doesn’t happen as planned
I won’t miss all the good things I normally do,
And with consciousness freshened with each living breath,
It is truly a blessing to come close to death –
Close enough to be shaken to a brighter view.
I appreciate living a life that is grand.