Anchored Harmony and Tonalities
All that was needed was some action
Take steps ahead, knock on the door, ask in balance.
Certainly otherwise than expected
It may well come through much better than envisioned
Though seen obliquely all along in pure essence
Wondering, could it ever be so wonderful?
Embraced with full acceptance
All is as it is, totally reliable in nature and God
Encouraging everyone to just step across the sill of heaven!
After all,
is it not
very obvious?
Well, for one
who knows,
has seen,
experienced
for himself,
it is clear
and simple.
But for others
it is beyond,
a secret
to discover,
a mystery
to experience,
though right
in front
of one's face.
Therefore give
it your best,
holding back
no thing
and nobody.
Thus every
single moment
opens up
a new door
to life's secrets
and divine love.
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.
