In gratitude for those who’ve walked this way before
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There’ll always be poems for you The one who has held me, encouraged me through A myriad distractions, a myriad of days On paths that felt stony although they were paved With the certainty of those who’d walked them before And left in each footstep a beautiful star
There’ll always be poems for you The one who has stood still and shone your light through The darkest of terrors, the stormiest nights Your beam ever present and clear in its sight
There’ll always be poems, there’ll always be stars For those who have loved me while I fell apart And cradled my soul as I crashed to the floor And welcomed me, whole, as I rose, as I soared
There’ll always be poems of love in my heart For the brothers that know me beyond where I start For those who are centred, their clarity breathes The verdure of life in my heavenly leas
A corner’s been turned in the misty air’d fall I believe I feel life, I believe I see dawn Up ahead breaking into the heart that has learned Finally to give away all it earns
There’ll always be poems for you In beauty and power and infinite truth They well up inside me and break their way through All troubles are quenched as their river runs true
Yours are the hearts that have shown me the way Intrinsically fearless as love takes its place In the mind that was hoping but couldn’t be sure Now your light is my clarity, happiness, law
There’ll always be poems and deep gratitude For the ones who have voyaged before me to truth Who’ve conquered their demons and wrested their scars From the jaws of the tempters and lifted their hearts
To the ones who’ll devour them until you stand Vulnerable. Beating, it rests in your hand Peaceable, strong, in the knowledge so clear That the only thing left to attack you is fear
They’ve stood at the altar and laid themselves down And discovered the sword was dismissed with the crown They’ve torn down their statues again and again Stepped into the fire of the purging of men
There’ll always be poems, there’ll always be songs For the ones who’ve discovered as they marched along In the discipline of their surrendering minds The peace that surpasses the self they’ve declined
There’ll always be poems for all that you are As evolved revolutions of wakening hearts Are roused at their centre, welcomed and hugged The poems that flow through for you are my love
“And left in each footstep a beautiful star” — This is an idea taken from the Course.
“His step is light, and as he lifts his foot to stride ahead a star is left behind, to point the way to those who follow him.“
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There is a spirit within all things That speaks to the mind open and alive Listen for the silent heartbeat of the wildest, truest friend There is a wisdom that connects beyond all form Expressing universality, oneness, clarity Expanding, dismissing what was previously reason Tittle tattle dropped to forest floor, trodden under sole and passed away Ease of living, unquestionable, obvious Decisions shown through lightness, darkness, doors open or closed Seen clearly in the hallways of the mind Clarity cuts through impossibility Gives me to its presence, gratefully encompassing the whole
I am grateful, my deepest love, that I have now heard your call Spoken through all things natural and alive I am here now, I am open, I receive you Let your loving wisdom be the rhythm of my day and night Bringing me, each instant, to the perfect timelessness of now Your sanctity and peace become the only pathway that my mind remembers The natural world: no more or less of matter to its form But simply less obstruction to the truth that lies beyond No complicated mind imposed to stand between itself And the intrinsic perfection of its present reality You who know your perfect wholeness, Teach me how to know myself as you
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The mists of this body fade into the beauty of your timeless heart My gratitude becomes me as I remember, once again, The infinite simplicity of your peace Troubled not by angry misinterpretations Calculations, connivances Decisions for disease Impenetrable beauty relaxes the cells that work in unrelenting earnest And releases a past with which I invent my ideology of future pain
Cast aside precipitous conjurings and remember the words with which your life is crowned eternal Spoken softly, deep within the certainty and grace of your own gently beating heart
You can hear these words They are yours alone They come from somewhere you can just remember And can only reach if all desire for worldly weights is gone
Look what happens when I give my life to you Little things, things I could not have dreamed of Alone
Look what happens when I give my life to you The void dispersed, the darkness cleared, and you can comfort me At last
Look! Look what happens when I give my life to you Your perfect entreaties that I be that which I am are finally considered Deemed acceptable, and embraced With arms open to the heart that speaks in bottomless glory to the soul in surrendered joy
Look! Look what happens when I give my life to you All longings dispersed, discarded, rendered redundant, relinquished, released
All pain and fear of future loss removed and renounced I am resigned to the ever-present incoming flood of unfettered beauty and peace that you are
Look! Just look what happens when I give my life to you Look what happens when I give my life to you Look what happens…
I have nothing to do but fall in love The passionate wakings of my heart desire to keep, to enfold every human being within its infinite well I have only love for you In your shock, in your devastation, in your silent unheard longing for a reason, any reason at all I am here for you I cannot understand a hardened mind but love can penetrate, creeping, and find the vulnerability of a separated soul Lost and alone and in desperate need of release from its self-evident constriction Let me take you inside me Inside my energetic structure, far beyond bodily or physical concerns Let me take you into me Penetrate my deepest longing to communicate with what I have held outside myself Let me let you inside Where we meet in gentle recognition of Self-hood conflict is forever loosened, the rusted grievance lubricated and released, nothing holds us together in solitude and anguish anymore We can meet in gratitude We can meet in certainty We can meet, we can only meet, in love
That, that pain is my mind That lashes out, indestructible, unrecognisable angst, hell-fire raging in the soul Temptation to drown, to crush and to kill That, that too is my mind
The world is my mind No escaping totality
Responsibility Whole and unequivocal Rests on my solid shoulders of separate self
Requires Desperately seeks Desires conversion
Receives totally In its totality
Perfectly simple Affording perfect peace
Separate self Alone in guilt Whole mind Releasing all of form
Ministry beginning Wholeness awakening in the one that says That, that, that is my mind
Holly Rose Thomas 