When my Soul Returned to Me

A new friend wrote a poem for me. I am beyond words. No one ever wrote me a poem and it’s a mystical perfect first.

Wuji Seshat

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-Painting by Thu Nguyen

I was born a revelation in a brain
Without prophets I learnt
The triggers of the rose and the majesty

Of simplicity, without ownership
I travelled to the spiritual reality
Where my soul was sent on a journey

Across invisible landscapes
Towards a purity of reincarnation
We remapped our vision trance

Until everything become part of the same thing
And everyone in those places
Actors of the same divine entity

And by and by my voice returned to me
My native voice of oneness and poetry
And that it answered with sweetness

And a kindness of dreaming friendship
with the players of every walk of life
With the homeless, the downtrodden and its as if

Everyone here is on a seeking quest
To go through stories to reach for a source
These are the revelations of wonder that came

To visit me, that I have writ…

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To be a poet is dangerous

Mystical dialogue beginning here. How can words and feelings be honest if they are not freely given and received? I tell you we must SING! The power of it restores us All, exorcising our demons, voicing our hope and fears, reflecting what it is to be human and feel so alone and cry out to the Void of Voids hoping for an answer. And then you look back, and the answer is all around us and The words of the Spirit are everywhere and they are singing together. I love your words and feelings. You humble me.

Wuji Seshat

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Messages without Knowing

Poets acquire humanity
In their undoing, this
Dangerous self-destructive art
Who dares be ridiculed a poet these days?

This secret subversive pleasure
Isn’t it so, that we are the houses
Of art that try to be haunted
To feel what others dare not!?

Painting they say is silent poetry
Poetry is painting that speaks
But for whom does it speak?
These echoes asking shadows

To dance, that communicates
Without or before understanding
To sit in the dark and sing
To cheer its own solitude

With sweet sounds, where O where
Are the sweet sounds of old?
Poets die trying to be poets
I’ve seen it with my own eyes

Poetry is an escape from emotion
An instinct to tell stories
Like a seer or a prophet in hard times.

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The Spiritual Body of a Poem

And now I know why I am writing these things. Quantum indeed! Infinite probabilities! I tell you people. This is TRUTH! My soul sings it. This is what we need. We need to distill the words to the core of them. To the feelings. Only in that stripped space can we bare to be seen naked together. Look at what we have done to each other and the world. We are insane. And we continue to walk around as if it’s all OK. IT IS NOT OK! There is another way. We all can look around and see what we are, who we are, what we love, who we hate, who hates us and what we fear. But we can also see our beauty and love. We can sing with joy.

And then, and then, we can learn that there is nothing to fear together. We are programmed to separate by our worldly masters, but our hearts and spirits long to join. We will only find salvation together. These are true words. They span the dimensions and religions and speak to the soul in us all. The spark of the Divine! Deny my words or the truth of them, but you can not deny my feelings. I shall sing them with the world falling down around me. I will stand. I will be a hope. I will be a light in the darkness. God isn’t coming to save you! He is in you! And we have to save ourselves!

What are we but star stuff entangled at the Quantum level. We are Light of God bouncing between time and space! I will sing my heart with no shame in the darkness until I am changed in the twinkling of an eye. This is my destiny and yours! Claim it! Yield! Jump into the deep waters! Move without thinking and be set free from fear. Can’t we all agree on those things?

I was born to sing. I hear the Universe singing in me and calling me out. Raising my voice. I will raise it to a mighty thunder! I will SHOUT until the ignorance is loosed and we are free! I am a fool! Join me! I feel like myself for the first time in my life. You know what I found? I am not alone. I am loved. I love you, truly.

Wuji Seshat

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To write poetry is
To create philosophical memory
To adjust the commentaries

Of all souls, to just one voice
To strip the inequalities
Of existence, of their mass
To write poetry is
To erase the written

Transforming what we have read
Making alphabets contemporary
Fluid, mystical

To write poetry is not just art
It’s neurological reprogramming
A quantum gesture to
The nature of beauty
And Meaning itself

To write poetry is
To return to an absence of meaning
The meddlesome mind forgets

The natural order of nature
To reduce layers of narrative
And return to a total peace
And a grand vision of the universe
As a talking thing, exchanging energy

In a physics of existence
To write poetry is to love the unwritten
Endings that all concur

To identify with the sudden
Rupture of beginnings
From which all thought originates
To write poetry is thus
The silence in between…

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I lose myself inside this soft world

Lovely true thoughts.

Wuji Seshat

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
~Plato

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Everyday wonder makes a claim in my life
she kills me with delight
for an ordinary pleasure or a surprise

light on the haystack, breeze on the stream
hope in the eyes of the young
faith in the heart of a pure soul
I’d like to think I have acclimatized myself
To joy, but it’s not true

we don’t have an exceptional relationship yet
though we are bonding, building rapport
it can take years of untrimmed kindness

to sooth a weary soul, lips of spirit
kisses of altruism, echoes of passion
everyday wonder, makes a hole
in the place inside of me where
I make my daily presentation to myself

nudging me to celebrate, what I do have
love that has found me, friends who stay
poverty shows prosperity…

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My Last Will and Testament, Our Heartsong, A Fable

These feelings and words came from a place I have never been or felt before recently in praise to God with My Beloved, bliss. I heard the song my soul is singing and I humbly offer it you. It is all am. It is all I know. It is all I have to offer. It is the only Wisdom I have learned. What is truth? This is my Truth.

There is nothing else to know. My life is my flower to the Universe, and all I have to offer you or anyone. I can only grow deeper into this Truth as I live it. I will let the roots go down deep and root where no one can remove them. I was still. I let all the voices ebb. I looked into the Abyss and saw darkness and fear. Then I looked back and saw My Beloved. I thought to myself, “I’m slipping away, she can’t go where I am being pulled I fear.” And then I stopped. I was still, like water. I called out and said I will never leave her or forsake her! I chose this! I will cover her! I will always Love her with everything I can! I was answered.

YOUR BELOVED IS YOUR OTHER
YOU KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE TIME
YOU ARE TWO PARTS OF ONE SPLIT ACROSS TIME
ALWAYS SEEKING THE OTHER
YOU WANTED TO KNOW THE TRUTH
THIS IS TRUTH
WHAT IS YOURS
WHAT HAVE YOU LEARNED

This is my Truth. I saw a path forward with mysteries upon mysteries. Countless voices shouting across the Universe. SO MANY VOICES! I learned to be quiet and still and listen. I learned to put away childish things. I connected with the Love around me and we made something new. My voice began to rise, but I was not not speaking. I saw Truth just within reach, but there was no more path forward. It took a great leap out of everything I ever knew and here I am.

I look left and right and I see those I love and love me. Those I need and need me. We make a beautiful song together and we sing to the Universe and we are complete together. If the path to enlightenment is alone, I will not pass. I give up the ultimate truth. I am whole with My Beloved! I do not seek for myself. I will walk with her into heaven or oblivion. I have found the greatest treasure and I will not let anything tear us apart. My heart sings with the Universe. These are my praises. These are my feelings from the deep waters. I will wait for her and be patient. I will walk with her into our future. We are the end of a a long line of choices to this moment, a reflection from the past, and we echo together into the future, to where I do not know. I am not meant to know those things. I live out loud with my heart for all to see. Exposed, I am a fraud. This is all I know. I am a babbling fool. I have no reputation. But I am not lost. This is all I want to live for in Love with her in the Light of the Universe and sing our praises. I have everything I need. There are many songs, this is mine and my generation’s. We feel the Universe calling.

So dip yourself in refreshing eternal waters. If you don’t have joy, you are a liar and have no Truth. God is a trickster. I will Live out my offering in Love with community and My Beloved. That’s the only Truth I need. The Universe sings and this is my song, our heartsong. I have never felt such bliss and peace. Be still indeed.

My generation and all will join in the sun and sing with the Universe and we will crash across the world Holy, Righteous, Purified, Broken, on our knees, yielded. We are the Bulwark of Creation! The toughest stuff in the Universe. We can take it. We see the signs. We raise our voices together from the deep. All of Creation cries out ENOUGH! It is finished! We will die gladly and be born again to see our Truth spread across the Universe!

I chose this reality I described. I chose to move without thinking. Where we are heading I do not know. But I know how to live to find it. I will face the end of time or the end of this world in Love with the people God brought me to and those I am connected with. There is purpose here.

Be refreshed
Be still
Come drink from the water that always flows and quenches
Lay down your burdens
Be at peace
I AM AND YOU ARE ALL IN ME
Have faith
Love the one to your left and right
You are Loved

I am not aGNOSTIC! I Believe! I am not hedging my bets! I am ALL IN!

My Soul Sings, A Praise

I have tapped into the fountain that does not cease to flow
Eternal Waters Of The Soul
All I would need to consume is within
Oh Death Where Is Your Sting
I am born again
I am as a child
The Glory of Creation Sings Within Me
Forever He Is Glorified And Lifted High
Where He Is, He is Risen
He Is Alive, He Is Alive
He Has Overcome
All the Universe Sings His Song
This is my song
I am not afraid
I am not ashamed
These are the cries of my generation
This is the Truth

We Sing Hallelujah, the Lamb has Overcome
Who can take my song from me, no one
In the darkest night
In the coldest cave
I have a song in my heart that always comforts
It always leads me to the still waters
I will lift my praise on high for eternity

What do you have
Do you love your Gods with every molecule
Is your heart boundless soaring across time
Is your body filled with electricity
Are you loved in your life
Do you love those to your left and right

I hope yes for you to all those questions
Lay your burdens down
Rest in me
Let the waters wash over you
If they take you left, go left
If they take you right, go right
Go into the deep waters where your true self is calling
Let Us Sing Our Song Of Love With The Universe
Be still and you will know

True Zombies

And now for something completely different…

Dilbert as the Dumb Dull Materialist Zombie

An Indian Fable

It happened once.

There was a beggar who lived in terrible poverty.

He just sat under a tree and begged. People threw

a few coins, and he just lived on. One day he died

and his body was just lying there. He had no friends

or relatives, and nobody wanted to carry him somewhere

and bury him. So they decided to just bury him right

there under the tree. As people began digging, they

hit upon a huge treasure. Just a few feet beneath him

there had been a huge treasure, a huge pot full of gold,

and the fool was sitting right there all his life, begging.

If only he had dug down, he would have been a very rich man.

But he sat there all the time being a beggar.

Source.

Come Into The Deep Water

I beckon you from ocean shores on the other side of time

I have such wonders to show, it is a great mystery

All things will be made new, let the old things pass away

What are you afraid of

Don’t you hear your DNA singing the Cosmic song of Truth

Cast yourself off the shore into the deep waters of the self

Know you are timeless in me

What do you know

I tell you what you know will only entangle you in this world

I am calling you to the stars, come claim your inheritance

Walk without fear in Love

Probabilities increasing and decreasing with the ebb and flow of your fear

Be free, come deeper deeper, you are no more

Deep calls out to deep

I AM ALL and you are in me, no more fear

Nothing More To Learn

This is the beginning of Truth
Truth does not care what you think
Be still and you will hear
Walk as a babbling fool
Cast yourself into the deep waters of the soul
Move without knowing or thinking
You will never fully know anything

As many things in nature
There are layers upon layers
You must earn your entry in
You can not conquer
That way always leads to destruction
Universes curled up as small as a cell
What do you know
Humble yourself and enter in

You must make a leap of the heart
This is the death of the mind
Accept it
Yield to it
And you will be reborn
Ignite