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"IT'S JUST A GAME," SHE SAID, BK VIII
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UPDATE: October 2, 2014: Book Baby ( http://www.bookbaby.com/ ) & Like a Dancer
UPDATE: June 30, 2014
Hidden Refuge, Melia Place
Intro for "It's Just AGame"she said
"IT'S JUST A GAME,''
SHE SAID With nimble fingers to us unseen, Adept at weaving all our dreams Into
her fabrics warp and ream, Our Mother, diligently, seamless... Puts all things into it's place, In Her
own way, in Her own time! And Her design....? Of course, is: All children at this table are
fed. All children here are loved and have a bed. All children are mine, I know their names.... Rest now
little ones, it's just a game! It's just a game to prove you can Be loving, wise and
understanding. It's just a continuum, imploding/expanding, Giving us time, to gain our Humanity. The tests are many, the secrets deep. Only when you love me, can I set you free! Only when you
seek me, can I enter your dreams; Only when we give...with love, sincerely, Can we know, our real Identity. WHAT DOES IT TAKE FROM US? How in the dark night, humming 'neath her wing, The
hopeful mother hatches while we sleep. So too the Guardian in our dreaming hums so sweet, The silent mantra precious,
that our soul will keep. When to our deepest nature we awaken, Thru chaos, bliss or fear, The
first sound we will recognize and feel... Is the humming of our Guardian ever near. That thru
dark nights of ages, Placed in our heart so we might grow; The song our soul has always known.... Surely
it will always know. Listen closely, find the path, Reach forward toward understanding; The
way will soon be clear to follow, Unfold, allow the merciful expanding. All beings are loved
by someone; The watchful eyes read all our thoughts, How splendid is this life, if we could realize it.... We
are not our own at all! We are not alone, but of each other. So let your heart be known. Speak
it with the breath internal Now Universal Will can benefit all! What does it take from us to
send good wishes For one whose soul is shattered to the core? Just send with love your heart's intention; It
is enough, restores the poor. And proves all beings are worthy of love and caring Though we
cannot pay their bills, We can knock upon an Angel's door...and Bring a benediction of good will. We are not alone at all, but all are brothers, So let your heart be known Speak it with the breath
internal And reach the inner place I HAD A DREAM..... I had a dream...of what the meaning was Of this oh so
peculiar human being?! I wasn't even looking when....I started blooming. The fruit of my
self-essential, once hidden, Again was showing. In desperation asking hopefully Sincerely...the simple question
unexpected That unlocks the ancient truth; The very meaning of my individual So ordinarily original: Who
am I? Rushing thru stages in rounds of cycles. Catching glimses only of what we're building. We
finish the journey without looking back. We are always, what...we are becoming. THE OFFERING In getting here, I forgot where I came from; Forgot the delightfulness
of nights... Left to the endless parade of days With no hand to touch, no lips to kiss, No glance of eye
to speak soul's richness.... Even the mirror is broken! Oh!....Where are we going to? And for what purpose?
Intimacy is a forgotten fantasy. Suffocating in the slough of the wave receeding, Scrambling to keep up with the
endless churning.... I only survive the emptiness, by the repetititon of my suffering. Soon even agony is trite
and bane! BUT... When it becomes the sacrificial offering... It
turns the Wheel of Fate, and keeps one sane! Relieves the sting!...Removes the burden from the wing... Allows
the healing comfort that Faith restores and brings!
WE ARE FOREVER I come now to reconcile what value afterall, The sum of all
my days and nights, What lessons faced, so bravely learned.... Gleaned thru all strength and effort, Every
challenge we truly met...can mean. But no more...a way is found To
cure and gather those hopeful... Ready for that last hour. We stand and watch The passing of our time. It clears
the horizon, and The day is clean again, ringing 'round the Sun. In simple orbits we are
dreaming, Of a new morning when we rize glowing in the knowing... That we are only light...seeking a form in
which we can return, To play this game of Life again. For though we live and die... We are consiousness flowing
forever, growing together.... For we are still and always....will be lovers. REALITY RESOLVED When
one arrives at last, joyfully singing, Remembering now the fantastic Self That
is the essential Nature of our Being; Illusion dissolved, reality resolved, No
fear, no haste, no longing To erode the blissful mind. It is Nature's
way that all things move, Unfolding and growing from within one's heart... As
we create our Universe together, Let it be known, creating life well... Is first
and always, a loving art! FACING SUNRIZE Produced
so rich a nectar flowing; Reaching always for the growing Facing Sunrize, satisfied
and glowing. Wisdom slowly earning, learning, Obviously enchanted, turning, As
if manicured by Angels, wing and hand. With discernment, which goodness nurtures, Now
restored, the perfumed blossoms are unfolding. The special prize withheld before, now forming, Proving
one who tried to be so worthy Surely had the right to realize...the mystery calling. First we give the good, for which we yearn; Then does all good return. Like
sunrize gladly meets the hill... Go forth with joy to greet goodwill. Unfolding
like the blue-sky day Your heart sincerely finds a way. Balances the mind, restores the art... That naturally precipitates fragrant
thought, Protects the innocence of soul, though it once was lost. Regaining
such tender lovliness of mind for which we sought And fought so hard against....all resistance fallen, Renewed
and groomed, I am facing sunrize...and resume The journey, on this trail, unraveling before me. As
my foot is placed, I breathe and marvel how poised, Such sweet relief, in still motiff, upon the razor's
edge, This Being, facing sunrize brings...with so much gratitude... And no regrets.
Mangos
in Paradice
Paia, Maui, Hawaii c 1998 yfr |
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