Cross of glory

This instant is the holy one I choose

To save me from king death; his hollow claim 

of name and form to swallow up all things

After a brief allotted time on earth.

Oh mind! Remember what you always knew

But for a time forgot; the time is now

To be released from all that would deceive;

From death and fear in all their different forms.

They are not really different. Take my hand

For you and I embark now, once again,

Upon the journey from the straits of death,

Unto the ocean of eternal life.

You are like me, a holy son of God

And there is nothing that we cannot do

When we unite, and fuse our will as one

Under the Father's plan of Atonement.

Do not despair. Declare the time as now

In which what has eluded you before

Is suddenly so simple and so clear

You can but laugh at the complexity

That seemed to hold you back a little while.

In truth, you are always at Home with me.

The ego was a silly joke, at which

The son of God forgot to laugh. That's it!

So laugh with me, but let me see you smile,

And all of Heaven shall rejoice with us.

But remember the present memory

And all that is not love will disappear

And enemies shall be transformed to friends.

Christ must come unto His own, through His own.

And every one of us must take His cross.

However, His a cross of glory is;

Demanding neither pain nor sacrifice,

Nor aught but boundless love and endless joy.

Behold, All Things have Become New

Let the camel thread the needle’s eye

Let the rich young ruler turn around

Let the Pharisees perceive the truth

And Pilate too. Let Truth be crowned

But not with thorns. Mary, don’t mourn

Your savior waits, forget the cross

Don’t hesitate, there is no loss

Go out to him, He is disguised

But you will know him by his eyes.

Let Peter not deny the Christ

Let all of Thomas’ doubts be quelled

Let John the Baptist keep his head

Let the cursed fig tree be made well

Let ego learn its only source

It ever had - the mind, of course!

Love is Freedom

Love is freedom; freedom, love
Peace descends as from a dove
God's Kingdom is like a pearl;
To obtain it we trade the world
The ego made with its false hope
And despair like the weeds that choke
The seedlings of the scattered Word--
Far lovelier than aught we've l aheard.

Small beginnings serve great ends,
Take heed your appointed Friend
Who Calls you unto mighty deeds
And thoughts that bless the universe.
He will fulfill your every need--
The Midwife of the Divine Birth. 

The Truth is True

The Truth is true;

Is one with you.

Your hands, your feet,

Your lips are Its.

Speak as It bids

Do as It did

Reveal what was

Aforetimes hid

Rejoice in It

Delight in It

Do not, my friend

Make light of It.

Wander, but

Return to It

And learn of It

Right where you sit

Hear as It calls

To one and all

To drink and think

Of It, nor stall

Outside of It

But enter It;

It welcomes you

And dwells in you.

By It, the Sonship's

Mind is lit.

Recall the Word

Reborn in you.

By this we Know

How can one tell when God calls to His Son?

There is a peace, so compelling it covers the world.

There is a depth and breadth of wisdom that surpass our present understanding.

There is a Love so far removed from any 

Earthly experience called by the name

So as to make analogies impossible.

There is a dignity the likes of which 

No king or queen has hinted at it.

There is a beauty in each step, in every breath we draw;

There is a grace in the slightest movement of our hand;

There is an authority in every word we speak 

Which none can deny.

By this we know the Father calls to us.

By this we know the Son calls to Himself.

Born for Love

We were born for love;

Born for joy.

Each man and woman,

Girl and boy.

Born to express

God and Heaven within.

Born not for death,

Nor for sickness and sin.

Born, though our soul

Has never been.

Born to find peace

Amid the world's din.

Born to smell flowers

Along the path

Born to remember

We forgot to laugh

Born to be free

Born just to be

Born in God's mind

Not by a body.

It's Very Easy to Escape the World

You do not question when you know you know

Nor do you hide in darkness when you glow

You do not hold a grievance when you love

Nor do you cling to earth when up above--

That battleground wherein scavengers roam

To find what flesh they may upon the stone

Third out from the sun. What can we then say,

But here are hungry creatures seeking prey?

Yet it is very easy to escape 

The world and all of its ghastly effects

At once and for all time. You need only

Accept the atonement for all the world

For this you do when you accept it for

yourself, for we are all joined in the Will

Of God and of His Son, that He be saved

By your overlooking what is not real.

When you are healed, you are not healed alone;

The universe entire benefits.

There will be no mistakes, no loss of truth

No need, in Truth, even for forgiveness

When it is recognized there is nothing

to forgive in this rarified climate,

Where sight receives the gift of Christ's Vision

That sees only brothers with whom to join

And celebrates the time of His release

From dreams of crucifixion that our guilt

Had laid upon him. This time there will be

No going back, because your feet are now

Planted firmly upon the path to Truth.

Above the battleground, you finally see

That you were always sustained only by

The Love of God, because it holds you up,

surrounds you now, and is your all in All.

God reveals His omnipresence to us

When we desire but to feel His Love

Enfolding us as a mother her child

Gently soothing us into restful sleep,

That is precursor to awakening.

Christ comes to and for His own; no delay,

When we welcome and invite Him to stay.

At the moment, He is but a small child 

but with our nourishment he will become

The savior of ourselves and of the world.

Such is not blasphemous, but simple truth.

God would not be Love if it were elsewise.

Ultimately, there is no love but God’s

And this we recognize when we would have

No Love but His, no Presence but His Own

Uplifting and upholding who we are

And who we may become with His support.

Die Before you Die

In time, all things of earth will pass away,
Your person, your possessions, and your pride,
All things will be stripped from you,
And yet one thing will remain.
Who or What is that one?
To die before you die
Means to seek devotedly
The answer to that question
Any way that suits you best.
For some, it is a formal practice
For others, a more informal way of living
No path should be judged as higher or lower
The important thing is that they are helpful
To the individual, and lead to the Truth
The curriculum is universal, and Holy Spirit
Will correct all errors in everyone’s minds
That taint the Practice
With self-seeking motives
The goal is to tame the roaring lion of ego
Into a gently purring housecat
This would be a great miracle, would it not?
It’s tamed by the Truth, and you must command it.
Although the correction is not of you,
It nevertheless must come through you
To prove that it is in you and that you have been transformed by it.
Bring Light unto darkness, speak Truth to lies
And what is Truth?
Truth is the One
The One you must find
Within your Self
Within your Neighbor
But understand, your neighbor is a universal thing
Because it symbolizes the Sonship
Which is Universal; the Body of Christ

The One has been waiting for you
To become aware of It since the day you were born
It isn’t patient or impatient, isn’t partial at all
It is neither good nor bad, holy or unholy
It isn’t male or female, but has characteristics of both
It is everything and nothing, the alpha and the omega
The beginning and end; but is birthless and deathless
Is not bound by attributes or by non-attribution
Has form, then again has none,
And something beyond these two altogether
No one can say with certainty what It is like.
Best to seek It within the quiet of your Heart
It will reveal Itself to you.
It is revealed in surrender.
It is the ability and act of surrender,
The Object of surrender, and the one who surrenders.
It is also the Voice that brings you to surrender,
As a mother cat carries her Kitten someplace.
So metaphors and parables have been used
Suggestive stories and symbols for what
Is the root of all existence dwelling within you
The ground of all being Is the One I speak of
Find It, and leave all concepts behind you
Drop the word God if it doesn’t resonate
In total self-surrender, let yourself
Be reborn into a newfound Self
By surrendering to It.
A phoenix rising from the ashes
Of a bitter dream of death.
The ego doesn’t perish in the process.
It merely seems to return to the nothingness whence it came.

One can only be confused amid all the opinions
Don’t seek answers to questions unanswerable
To ask how the impossible came to be
Must be to question meaninglessly
Seek only the Answers that come from deep within,
Your Self, Your Christ Mind, from that reservoir of wisdom
Or which resonates with your wisdom that you find in the world
In the Holy texts of the world, for they all
Have many high credits, and all of them profit,
As they are all capable of lifting your mind to loftier heights
And help to make firm the depth of your resolve
That you will keep choosing the better way every day
If you approach them contemplatively
Without a calculating mind
Just surrender
Let go
Everything will be okay

Come, Friend, Let Us Take Our Leave

Come, My Friend, Let us Now Take Our Leave

Can Harvard yield a commission from God?

Or Can Yale produce a single saint?

Of what use are lectures from lettered men?

Don’t fall for the temptation to let them

Tickle your ears; You’ve heard it all before

And always walked away empty-handed.

Out here, divinity degrees are good 

Only for the warmth from the fires they start;

Churches and temples useful only for

Shelter from the elements they provide.

They’re best when they are ruins, overgrown

With weeds and creeping vines, resounding with 

the happy songs of crickets and of birds.

Let none call you teacher. Be you rather

An eternal student. Aspire not 

To be called Master. If you would be great 

Aspire to be the servant of all.

Throw, therefore, all your priestly robes away,

And cast all man-made religions aside.

If you would find the Source of Holiness

Stop seeking without – go deeply within.

Why take a pilgrimage to distant lands?

If God’s not as much in your own backyard

As any holy place on earth, there'd be

No hope for land-loafers like you and I.

Come now, let us depart from the talkers

Whose long-winded talks only ailed our ears;

And take our leave of the seeking pilgrims

Whose sole rewards are thirst and blistered feet – 

And let us fast from worldliness a while.

I brought some special wine to share with you,

That ferments not, and offers the soul bliss.

The silence, on a trusted source’s word

Abounds with precious gems and priceless jewels

If only somehow we could lose our head,

We may possess them and not want for aught

Again. But Alas! This chatter box plagues 

Us day in and day out, without surcease.

Why do we, friend, let it pester us so,

But for the simple reason that we have

Not yet learned how to make the darn thing stop?

So many days in this life have now passed

Us by, and little progress has been made.

Come now, my fickle mind, stop playing dumb.

You and I can move mountains by our faith 

Without our even lifting a finger.

A Sacred Meeting

When I first heard the Divine Mother’s call
I was sitting silently atop a hill
I followed after Her Voice like a hound
Tracks down a scent. I found her in repose
Under the shady boughs of a tall tree.
Breathless, with trembling limbs, I then beheld
For the first time the lovely Mother’s Face.
I felt her Presence as a gentle breeze
Cools and caresses in the eventide.
A smile played upon her luscious lips.

She gazed at me for long and long. She seemed
As carefree as a child. “Mother” I said, 
“Please give me your blessing.” “My Son,” She laughed
With tenderness I couldn’t comprehend,
“That you already have. But be my Voice
For those who hear it not, and that will be
A blessing so abundant, you will find
The more you pour, the more your cup is filled.

It has been years now since I laid my eyes
On her that day, or was it just a dream?
I cannot say. But what I can tell you
Is nothing has been quite the same since then.