"I have, at last, reached MY goal,
And solved the secret of MY soul.
I Am THAT, to whom I prayed,
THAT, to whom I looked for aid.
I Am THAT, whom I did seek.
I Am MY own mountain peak.
I, upon creation look,
As a page from MY own book.
For I Am the ONE, the many make,
Of substance, which from ME I take.
For ALL is ME, there are not two,
Creation is MYSELF, all through.
What I grant, unto MYSELF,
I just take, from MYSELF.
And give it to ME, the only ONE,
For I Am the Father, and the Son.
What I want, I do but see,
MY wishes flowing forth from ME.
For I Am the knower, and the known,
Subject, ruler, and the throne.
The three in ONE, is what I Am,
And hell itself is but a dam,
That I did put in MY own stream,
When in a nightmare, I did dream.
That I did dream;
That I was not the only ONE,
And thus by ME, was doubt begun,
Which ran its course, 'til I awoke,
And found that I, with ME, did joke.
So now, that I do stand awake,
MY throne, I do surely take,
And rule MY kingdom, which is ME,
The master, through eternity."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
I WAS TOLD TO LIVE
I was told to live and to love, to laugh and to be glad.I was told to be still and know of the One Almighty Power, in and through all.I was told to let that Power work through and in me.I believed that voice and I received my Good.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I Am my highest thoughts about myself.
I Am my deepest meditation.
I Am my most beautiful self-contemplation.
I Am the greatest vision that I have ever visualized.
I Am my sweetest dream come true.
I Am the happiest feeling that I have ever felt.
This is that which I Am.
This which I know myself to be is healthy, happy, loving,
beloved, successful and prosperous. This which I know myself to be is the Christ,
the son of the living God. I see Him as He is in me, through me, and as me, my eternal,
infinite, divine Self.
This which I know myself to be is the answer and is not entangled in any problem.
This which I know myself to be is the fullness and abundance of all things, and is not
beset by any need, lack, or limitation. My eternal thought moves on my undisturbed
affairs.
This is that which I Am, the eternal, infinite, absolute, positive good reality for
myself, everyone and everything that concerns me, consciously, unconsciously, and
subconsciously. I now speak only the word of God, the word of good.
The word now becomes manifest in my life.
God in me, be glorified!
I Am my deepest meditation.
I Am my most beautiful self-contemplation.
I Am the greatest vision that I have ever visualized.
I Am my sweetest dream come true.
I Am the happiest feeling that I have ever felt.
This is that which I Am.
This which I know myself to be is healthy, happy, loving,
beloved, successful and prosperous. This which I know myself to be is the Christ,
the son of the living God. I see Him as He is in me, through me, and as me, my eternal,
infinite, divine Self.
This which I know myself to be is the answer and is not entangled in any problem.
This which I know myself to be is the fullness and abundance of all things, and is not
beset by any need, lack, or limitation. My eternal thought moves on my undisturbed
affairs.
This is that which I Am, the eternal, infinite, absolute, positive good reality for
myself, everyone and everything that concerns me, consciously, unconsciously, and
subconsciously. I now speak only the word of God, the word of good.
The word now becomes manifest in my life.
God in me, be glorified!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Work
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
-Kahlil Gibran(The Prophet)
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
-Kahlil Gibran(The Prophet)
Monday, June 1, 2009
True Traiters
Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt...
In Tune with the Infinite
I swear the earth shall surely be complete, To him who shall be complete, The earth remains jagged and broken Only to him who remains jagged and broken.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Joy and Sorrow
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
-Kahlil Gibran
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
-Kahlil Gibran
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Marriage
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Love
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. - Kahlil Gibran
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. - Kahlil Gibran
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Uncaused Cause of ALL Causations
He Remains Name-less...like breathing Nothingness -
When you Name God...you Lame God
To say you're a Woman/ Man/Millionare - is to Confine Sprit to Function only as That "I Am that I Am"
The Eternal Nothingness Containing within my Formless self The Capacity to Be All Things ....
When you Name God...you Lame God
To say you're a Woman/ Man/Millionare - is to Confine Sprit to Function only as That "I Am that I Am"
The Eternal Nothingness Containing within my Formless self The Capacity to Be All Things ....
A PROSPERITY TREATMEMT
The Lord is my Banker
My credit is good.He maketh me to lie down in the consciousness of Omnipresent abundance
He giveth me the key to His strongbox.
He restoreth my faith in His riches
He guideth me in the paths of prosperity for Hisname's sake.
Yea, though I walk in the very shadow of debt
I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me
Thy silver and Thy gold, they secure me
Thou preparest a way for me in the presence of thecollector
Thou fillest my wallet with plenty my measurerunneth over
Surely goodness and plenty will follow me all thedays of my life
And I shall do business in the name Of the Lord,
Forever.
My credit is good.He maketh me to lie down in the consciousness of Omnipresent abundance
He giveth me the key to His strongbox.
He restoreth my faith in His riches
He guideth me in the paths of prosperity for Hisname's sake.
Yea, though I walk in the very shadow of debt
I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me
Thy silver and Thy gold, they secure me
Thou preparest a way for me in the presence of thecollector
Thou fillest my wallet with plenty my measurerunneth over
Surely goodness and plenty will follow me all thedays of my life
And I shall do business in the name Of the Lord,
Forever.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I Had no God...I merely was Myself
When I dwelt in the Ground,In the Bottom,In the Stream and in the Source of the Godhead.
No one asked me where I was going or what I was doing
Back in the Womb from which I came
I Had No God...and merely was Myself...
And when I return
to God and the Core,the Soil,the Ground , Stream and the Source of the Godhead
No One asks me whereI am coming from or where I have been.
For no one misses me in the place where God Ceases to become...
Now the Moment I flowed out from the Creator - All Creatures stood up and Shouted..
"Behold...Here Is God"
They were correct.
For You ask me:Who is God?What is God
I reply:Isness
Isness is God
Where there is isness,there God is.
Creation is the Giving of Isness from God
And that is why God Becomes...
Where any Creature expresses God
No one asked me where I was going or what I was doing
Back in the Womb from which I came
I Had No God...and merely was Myself...
And when I return
to God and the Core,the Soil,the Ground , Stream and the Source of the Godhead
No One asks me whereI am coming from or where I have been.
For no one misses me in the place where God Ceases to become...
Now the Moment I flowed out from the Creator - All Creatures stood up and Shouted..
"Behold...Here Is God"
They were correct.
For You ask me:Who is God?What is God
I reply:Isness
Isness is God
Where there is isness,there God is.
Creation is the Giving of Isness from God
And that is why God Becomes...
Where any Creature expresses God
Thursday, April 2, 2009
BE STILL AND KNOW
"Be still and know that I am God."I am still in Thy Presence.I am quiet and peaceful, for I put my trust in Thee.A great stillness steals over me and a great calm quiets my whole being, as I realize Thy Presence.The heart knows of Thee, O Most High within.It is still in Thy Presence, and it puts its whole confidence in Thee alone.
In Thy Presence I am still.
In Thy Presence I am still.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
THE ALL-SEEING EYE
The Eye of the Spirit cannot be dimmed, neither can it be impaired in Its ability to see.
My eyes are the Vision of my Indwelling Lord; they are the Windows of my Inner Spirit and are always open to the Vision of Truth.
I see with the Vision of the Spirit, and that ability cannot be weakened nor lost; it is forever effective.My word which I now speak is the Law of Perfect Sight and my eyes are open and I see.
Spirit sees through me.
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