Anchored Harmony and Tonalities
An end
new start
a vacuum
be filled.
Trepidation
to be open
vulnerable
receptive
to all,
when only
some or one
at a time
can come
or go.
Make room
give space
and freedom
first out
it flows
before in
to balance.
Our home
the heart
of love
divine
present
right now
forever
and ever.
Dear God, dear love, I love with all my heart, conscious, you love me too with all your heart. That’s all. Your heart with all, me too, you love, conscious, my heart with all I love, dear love.
Dear God, dear love, I love, with all, my heart, conscious, you love, me too, with all, your heart. That’s all. Your heart, with all, me too, you love, conscious, my heart, with all, I love, dear love.
Dear God, dear love, I love, with all, my heart, conscious, you love, me too, with all, your heart, that’s all, your heart, with all, me too, you love, conscious, my heart, with all, I love, dear love, dear God, dear love, I love, with all, my heart, conscious, you love, me too, with all, your heart, that’s all, your heart, with all, me too, you love, conscious, my heart, with all, I love, dear love, dear God, dear love, I love, with all, my heart, conscious, you love, me too, with all, your heart, that’s all. . .
Consciousness, aware of being conscious. Listening to the inner voice. Hearing so much outer chatter. Pick a channel. Tune into what seems fitting and true. Reality is colored by one’s views — individually and collectively, by hopes and wishes. Unless detached and looked at straight.
Consciousness, aware of being conscious, coloring one’s views. Detachment, the effort to abstain from coloring, to see things for what they are. To be aware and conscious. Not just of things, but of existence, of the fabric of light and sound, of divine love carrying every day, all life, on every plane. Aware of the continuum, the harmony of existence, of every moment. Relishing glimpses into the depth of now, where it came from, where it will go, and most of all where it is.
Consciousness, aware of being conscious, being here now. Soul, ears and eyes, visions and sounds, love and — love. Consciousness.
How could it be?
Love one day.
Dislike the next?
Does one need.
To swing so.
Very, very wide.
That clashes.
Incompatible.
When harmony is.
Always an option.
Together we are.
United we can.
Divided we fall.
Simple it is!
Unless complicated.
By human talent.
Creating illusions.
Grandeur mostly.
Instead of love.
Listen to what is.
Sound and light.
Look and see.
That's for real.
No interpretation.
Just what it is.
Beyond duality.
No values imposed.
Just relish reality.
Spiritual freedom.
And love divine.
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Silence.
Able to hear.
Who's there?
Who are you?
Is that you?
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Paths cross.
Come and go.
Stay a while?
How long?
Welcome!
Or good bye?
Your choice!
And mine.
In the flow.
Come and go.
Paths cross.
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You know me.
I know you.
You and I.
Here now.
Able to see.
A sweet face.
Eyes and heart.
Look and listen.
A blank page.
White light.
Happy sound.
Of silence.
In love.
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