You are my Brother...
the Divine Hand in my life.
You remove the blinders
from my eyes when
the world would block my vision.
You reopen the door of Truth
when delusion slams it shut.
Drawing back somber drapes,
you hold a prism to the sunlight
and ignite my awareness.
Flinging open floodgates of inspiration
you drench my restless mind
with fresh pure thought.
You are my Brother...
the Divine Hand in my life.
You set me upright
when pitfalls of distraction
cause me to stumble and fall.
You point to the stars
when my vision is held hostage
by the level line of the horizon.
You sharpen my understanding
when it is dulled by half-truths
and useless barren thoughts.
Waving a flower in the silence
you remind me of my source.
You are my Brother...
indeed, my very Self!
You are the Divine Hand
of compassion and love,
ever nudging me to let go
of confusion and indecision
so I may finally realize,
"I am Awake!"
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For my Brother, Presence.
Written August 19th, 2005
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Truer words have never been spoken, and few so eloquently. Seems a shame that the simplicity of it all is so difficult for us to remember. Yet this world of duality is ours, so even the "hard parts", like remembering just who our brother really is, must simply be there for the seeing.
There is such peace here in this poem that it is pure joy to read it.
peace
doug
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A solid point, Presence! Excellent colander analogy using light. Isn't it interesting how the usually unnoticed events in our lives fill in missing pieces. You are very observant - if I may say so.
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How perfect. Very nicely written as all your stuff is. If you should ever meet your Brother on the other side of the veil - I think you know whose face He wears.
Thanks for this,
from1Chalice -
I was watching recently as a pathway was being created in a wooded area near my home. I watched as a track hoe used what appeared to be a giant "brush hog" on the end of it’s mighty arm to mow down young trees. These were pines of ten or more years, most around twenty feet tall. The "brush hog" attachment would be placed at the top of the tree, and as the arm was pulled down the tree would be ground to bits. The wood being left to rot on the woodland floor.
I was contemplating the loss of life as each tree was destroyed. “Was it for this, that that they grew and died?”
It appeared to me that trees were not so much individuals, but more like fingers of one great life. Smaller offshoots of THAT which we would call "life" or "spirit." It was then a logical conclusion that all creatures that are said to be "alive" are more than individualized life forces, but are each an offshoot from the main Source, called "life", "spirit" or "God." Much the same way that if you took a colander and shone a light through it, small shafts of light would appear through the holes, emanating from the bulb. Each shaft of light is an extension of the source, though it might think it was separate. Each shaft of light is identical to the one next to it, for they are made of the same "stuff." If one of the small holes is covered, and the shaft appears to have been removed from existence, where does the light go? It is still emanating from the source.
The question for me is then, "what makes us separate?" The answer is long and still being pondered, but I have found in life that there are precious few that we find on the earth where, "that" which would make us feel separate is noticeably thin, and it is easy to recognize the shaft of light next to you for what it IS.
You are... my dear Poet, a thinly veiled shaft of Light. I thank You for BEing HERE.
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Beautiful, wonderful, deep and thankful. Yes ..lets awaken to that joy.; to that Heaven within. What greater blessing for our Life than that. Let's awaken to that loving hand reaching out to hold ours even though, like a child at a Fair we are constantly being distracted by everything on the "outside".
Let me awaken to my True home Within.
Yes.. wonderful poem.... Many thanks for sharing your inspiration. Peace and Blessings
Tara
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Wow! Quite the tribute to our friend, and one that resonates with many of us who are amongst his fans, and friends. Simply put, well done.
peace
doug
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So very insightful and depthful! You capture the essence of the bond which unites two prodigious souls as one, forming a beaming light! Yes my dear Silentium, this is rather enchnting, and an excellent tribute!
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Exquisitely Beautiful
'You are my Brother...
indeed, my very Self!
You are the Divine Hand
of compassion and love,
ever nudging me to let go
of confusion and indecision
so I may finally realize,
"I am Awake!"'
This is such a beautiful poem and your words spill forth so full of love and hope! It was a joy to read, as it allows a peek into such a good and pure heart. Life's struggles are what makes viewing the stars so exquisitely wonderous. Only with pain can we open our hearts to pure love. It is so hard to do, because we feel so vulnerable, but when it happens it is the most beautiful gift on earth and it comes directly from God.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem, my dear Silentium.
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