POETRY  

&

 WISDOM  

by

 Frank & Others

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A poem from the heart...

REAWAKENING

by

Moira Banks

I looked at you and held a thought,
a fleeting, lovely thing.
I looked at you a second time,
and my heart began to sing.

You took me from the place I was,
emotionally dead.
You pointed out the way to me,
invest in life instead.

And I began to dream a dream,
to fill an empty heart.
With thoughts of wonder and of love,
and felt the feelings start.

You stirred some sweet emotions up,
I had thought gone forever.
Thoughts of loving and of trust,
and they will leave me never.

Oh, you could sway my heart indeed,
with minimum of trouble.
It would not be against my will,
the way need not be subtle.

And I would love to know your heart
if you would show the way.
For if you want to have it known,
you only have to say.

Because you are the man you are,
instinctive  trust is sure
And I would gladly show my heart
and know it was secure.

I hold this thought, this lovely thing
that you have given me.
The feelings that it has evoked,
are mine, and always will be.

From a dear Spiritual Friend...

A CALL TO AN ANGEL I CALL TO ANGEL

by

Come Again Moon

 For my heart to hold, sure, but tender
 For my mind to acknowledge
 For my soul to encompass in splendor


 An angel to help me act in consideration for others, for the angel is 
 constant and forever gracious

 I call to an angel to place within me, the sense to halt, before my 
 actions become overbearing, or when my ego rolls to thunder, for the 
 angel reflects the deafening brilliance of crystal faceted silence.

 Never again, should I lend my emotions to play with the shadows of 
 resentment or spitefulness, for fear that a heavenly light, show my face 
 reflected in the tears of my Creator.

 My angel would give me notice when I am about to say or do a 
 thoughtless, or hurtful thing, or fail to say or do what is right and 
 proper, on any given occasion. Thoughtful intent, calls the angel of 
 awakening, who permeates the boundaries of consciousness with 
 appropriate choices.

 That holy angel would soothe me with the sacred oil of compassion and 
 understanding for my Earthly burdens of pain and suffering and show me 
 that all energy grown of revenge, or lust for compensation, is designed 
 to actively plant the seeds of hate, which continue throughout the 
 world, to grow in that circle, back to myself. If I can not restrain 
 from such indulgence, this, The angel would say, is the feast I have 
 prepared for myself. My angel would not be there to share it with me, 
 for only those of like taste would be seated at my table.

 I call to my angel who will teach me to give unconditionally. An angel 
 to share the knowledge of the joy that it is to give, with no thought of 
 personal gain, nor for ego's sake.

 My angel would tell me that I am beautiful in mind, body and spirit and 
 sing to me these reminders until I see that it is in the beauty of All 
 My Relations, that my angel dances me from the shadow of self imposed 
 ugliness.

 The angel is moderate and would warn me against excessive indulgence in 
 pleasures of the flesh, for to so indulge, is to lose memory of the 
 spirit of love.

 I call to an angel to share with me, a heart filled with love.

 A heart filled with love, doesn't have room for anything else.

 This I know, but how?
 Perhaps an angel told me...
 Perhaps someone who loves me.me Again Moon 1997

Thanks for Reading & may Story bring you to Life & Truth...

May the Light contained in Story brighten your Moments...

May your Moments be Remembered with Joy...

And...,

May your Joy brighten the World of others that they, too,

May know of Joy Found in the Heart where beats of the Earth

Cascade from Waterfalls of Sound bringing Destiny into Reach

and most of All

Awareness....

THE FOLLOWING ARE 

BY

FRANK WESTCOTT

Keep Your Light Shining

Let the light of others shine for you

When you feel weak

As you do for them when you feel strong...

There is a lesson here. 

And, in your strength,

You also acknowledge

Your weakness..., 

And... 

Find

In your weakness...,

Sometimes...,

Your greatest strength. 

It is a puzzle, a quandary, yet, a truth. 

It is in our vulnerability

We are protected

And

In our strength we are vulnerable 

If

We are "strong" enough to be truly so. 

And

In being truly so..., 

We are... 

And...,

There is nothing more.

    POETRY SINGS

          SONGS

              of

          DESTINY

    WAITING NO LONGER

               TO

                   LISTEN

                           TO
                           SOUL

    I go & pay attention

                      That I may wonder 

            Freely

                     What I see

                                Knowing

                                             Less

                                Than

                                          I

                                               Did

                               Before   ...

                  This is    wondering

                             Freely

                                      As

                                          Know

                                                Other

                              Know         Yourself        

                                         Listen          

                                             &

                                    Pay

                                               Attention

GIFT YOU

                    The Day You Move

                     From Your Past

                        To Your Present

                            Is 

                               The

                                      Day   

                    You

                            Gift

                                    Yourself

                         With

                                       You 

 ON NEWTON'S DILEMMA

Time is what passes between now and now.
Space is that which takes up what we can't see.
Place is where something is.
Motion is place changing with place.
*
A ruler (measure) works only because we have agreed on a measure of distance
(weight or ?)
Can you imagine if we couldn't agree?
Or find a fixed point?  Do we realize we
create the fixed  point, also.

SPACE

Space is a race to a new Place
Where Motion stands still
And Stillness moves Fast
And they meet in the middle
Only because they have found
Fixed Points.
When they realize
There are no such things
Everything becomes
Still...

*

The sun will rise on this day
The night will fall on this day
I know not of tomorrow nor of today
But in my silence I know that whatever
Comes before me will only linger a short while
For I have singing deep within me the most wonderful song of all
The simple song of silence

*

It is through an inner silence some look upon as prayer that we come to know ourselves.

Silence can become a quest or simply be the attainment of inner peace.

To attain inner peace we must first learn the lesson of silence.

When there is noise in the outer world, we can retreat to our inner world of silence and find quiet.

It is in quiet, peaceful times that we gain the insights we need to bring order to the confusion we face in the outer world.

To some, silence is an anathema and not the blessing it truly is.

For those who see silence as an anathema, they are part of the lost, never finding solace in the crowd, constantly running from stimuli to stimuli hoping to connect with what is inside them, yet if they could only learn to be quiet, to sit occasionally in absolute, total silence they would find that which they truly seek - their own spirit.

A life without moments of silence becomes a life of never-ending soul diffusion.

If you seek peace, attunement with your own soul - then learn the lessons of silence.

We tend to think we can never find complete solace, yet all we have to do is learn to find refuge in the silence of our own soul.

A few moments of daily silence rejuvenates the spirit providing the psychic nourishment we all so easily neglect, yet so desperately require to sustain the fully-functioning of our minds, bodies, and souls.

It is only when we take the time to know our own inner spirit through moments of silence that we can truly know of ourselves, then share that which is most integral to us with others making our most precious and most needed contribution to the world.

There are no excuses for neglecting our own spirit by allowing ourselves to be constantly bombarded with the needs of others and neglecting our essence. We do this so often every day that we become little more than automatons always reacting to the demands of those around us instead of following our own true path directed from within.

Never taking the time to listen to ourselves in silence is as great a crime as the taking of a life, for in doing so, we are in effect, slowly killing the most precious element in our own lives, our innermost selves.

It is through knowing the benefits of daily silence that I have come to understand the world of noise. In all things I will take the former, for it is only then that I can learn how to respond honestly to what is around me.

If God meant for us to live surrounded by noise there would be no night, no pause in the wind, no butterfly wings flitting soundlessly in the forest.

Silence flits like hummingbird wings brushing gently caressing our thoughts and freeing us to chart our own destinies.

Silence needs no guide or teacher, for we all carry within us the capacity to sit alone and quietly set ourselves free so we can tune into the glorious rhythms of the universe.

If silence were so difficult to attain we would not have the earth upon which to rest or eyes that we can close while the world goes on its merry way, but never passing us by as we flow with it soundlessly in tune with the fundamental rhythms of the universe.