POETRY

POEM: LET NO SADNESS COME.

Let no sadness come to my soul as the chaos and calamity attempt to take complete control.

As sorrow steals away my sanity, the hate creates a hollow hole and slowly starts to get a hold; I’m losing my humanity.

I got to get a grip though, because greater than gold is the fate I can unfold if I let go.

If I let the seemingly severe stresses of daily sorrow slip away and fly as far as the comets and stars… past the planets of the Milky Way – Jupiter and Mars. Venus, also Pluto. The Sun and the Moon.

Let the killer course of karma disappear along with definite destruction and doom.

Until then I let the rhythm and rhyme of the rain reach the room. Storms will always hit us, but we have to know that they’re sure sail away soon. See, my heart is at times colder than December snow, at times hotter than a summer in June. Trouble brought me down the trail I’m treading, to my tomb is where I’m eventually headed.

Let it speak about a Rebel. Running on the road for running’s sake and never growing old, defying the Devil. A real-life story that perhaps will never be told. Born in the Honduras heat but raised in the Canada cold.

Whether weather analogies serve to paint a picture of the problem, regardless of nation, picture playing God and Devil in a play of your own creation, taking sides which are constantly conflicting one another since the script is no other than your life which you’ve been forced to sit and write, reluctantly in order to set the wrongs you haven’t righted yet right. To keep the sinner out of sight, to bury your own broken bones, to suffer sticks and stones, and words as well, weapons as wicked as the wrath of hell. Endure it, embrace it, ensure its position and turn toward it, face it. Feel the fire, find freedom in the flame.

Own it. Use it. Take it. Hold it. Know it. Recognize it. Learn to face your fear and it ceases to be a factor. Faint not in the face of failure, instead forever fall and rise. This is all which can indeed be done in a land which is blessed by the duality of Moon and Sun, Adam and Eve had to leave, they could still repent but they still had to run.

After all was One, after Utopian Unity, after creation was done. Temptation offered creation’s re-evaluation. Desires lit passionate fires in the hearts of future kings and sires, the shining Knight’s squire. His companion is his courage, his simplicity is his strength. It is his shelter, his self-control is his sword, and his lips are speakers for the spirit of the Lord.

We are monkeys, chasing mainly money, we think there’s some truth which we just can’t afford.

Let the energy of evil evaporate into the ever-expanding, never-ceasing play of prosperity, of progress, of evolution and continuous elevation. This we call transmutation in alchemical terms. Telepathy can be used as a term for the connection between us and them. Between you and I. Between God and man. The Universe is mental. And the poisonous philosophy of pleasure’s detrimental. The psychology of pain’s the same, synonymous, a sacred stain, the gain that comes from pain and struggle, strain. We fight so hard through the day and night; the changes make it stay the same. The transformation to dimensions devoid of division, of duality, of death, teleportation happens when we take our final breath. I bless the trees and plants for breathing, making life on the planet possible.  Held in the mind of the all. Mental to God, spiritual to us. The forgery of what we believe is failure and success has redefined madness, it has masqueraded misery for mass entertainment. The sheep march to the slaughterhouse, the sleeping zombies of sorrow rise up when the flame of despair is ignited. Depression, delusion, demonic dreams, lost in the astral realm. All over, all beginning, the cycle circling around the wheel spinning. The Spirit is withheld from its inherent wisdom, its wonderful way of finding its fortune in any situation, in any state of being. The Spirit is not allowed to act in accordance with its true nature when we analyze everything with eyes blinded by years of lies.

~ REBEL SPIRIT ~

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POEM: BE YOURSELF, TAKE THE RISK!

Train your mind, shape it and show it the way to perform.

Preoccupy yourself with integrity of spirit, not with vanity of physical form.

Train your brain so it won’t have to strain to perceive hidden treasures.

Be an archaeologist, able to acknowledge the hidden gems created under life’s pragmatic pressure.

Train your train of thought to be here, not on a distant plane.

Begin by breathing, feeling every blessing fall like refreshing rain.

Just be present in perception, guarded by divine protection.

Appreciate the awesomeness of life and its interconnection.

Be present in the moment; don’t be far away, lost in thought.

Too many of us aren’t living life because we just forgot.

How to live, love and learn: Just trust – to really live you must!

Trust in God, everything of the flesh is fated to dissolve to dust.

Sacrifice the mind’s vice, you know you can do without.

You must demolish ALL doubt. That’s what faith is all about.

Once again, learn to trust, realize you’re on the right route.

Lost and found, found by fate, driving all your demons out.

Everything is in divine order, even when you see a mess.

We are blessed but still insist on drowning in a sea of stress.

Heed my words, Breathe a breath. Life is what you make it, listen:

Everything will be alright, let me quote some words of wisdom.

Suffering is something simple since it happens to us all.

All that’s up to us is whether we get up after we fall.

Act courageously, speak, let your voice be heard.

Shine your light, through art, through verbal or written words.

“The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding”

Speak but don’t be daunted by the mass misunderstanding.

Fools feed on folly, you just play your part, do your thing.

And live every day enveloped in magic that this moment brings.  

Mold your raw material, the substance making up your soul.

Let it go, let it shine upon your mind, the Spirit takes control.

Let your false ideas and corrupt mental conceptions burn

Leave no doubt undefeated, leave no stone unturned.

Be yourself, to the fullest extent, accept whatever consequences.

The shining soul of a soldier, sharpening your spiritual senses.

Learn to see the present as a present, a delightfully divine gift

Cherish it and share it, find a soul you can uplift.

You will find that you won’t even have to try to find the opportunity.

You’ll get plenty of chances if you walk through your community.

See, everybody’s wrong, we’re all trying to survive.

But we can heal, we can guide towards what’s real and alive.

Any chance not taken is a chance completely missed.

A life that could have been forever changed. Take that risk.

Don’t just do the right thing when it seems convenient.

We’re all under control because we’re way too lenient.

We distract ourselves to ignore any uncomfortable fact.

Wouldn’t you rather face your fears, and feel the triumph of coming out intact?

Your vision of perfection lies past your petty personality.

It’s something past prestige, reputation, title, salary.

Just dwell in your integrity, learn to be completely free.

A Rebel to the devil’s tricks, suspended in eternity.

Believing every breath is a gift from above,

Never fazed, haters hate, but lovers are bound to love.

Be open to the universe, even if you feel repressed,

Ridiculed, persecuted and stressed; nevertheless, being yourself is best.

~ REBEL SPIRIT ~

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POEM: THE MAGIC

There is a magic behind it all. It is an underlying power that radiates throughout creation.
This magic – so marvelous, so meaningful, so mesmerizing – this magic is the root of our existence.
I speak about the magic which is the essence of all that is, of all that moves and breathes and lives.
We can all feel or sense it in one way or another.

The magic of love, the magic of helping one another, of mutual cooperation.

The beautiful bond between brother and brother, brother and sister, sister and sister.

The faith of a friend.

The intimate union between male and female, the creation of human life as a soul is summoned from the heavenly realms into its physical duty.

This is the same magic that accompanies a serene walk at the beach, as we contemplate and give thanks for the blessings of life, the nostalgic wave of colors currently painted across the afternoon sky.

These blessings are magic: the blessing of air, the blessing of space, the blessing of peace.

I feel the magic animating my moving body as I dodge obstacles on the street.

moving on a mission, swiftly and steadily, feeling every step, being every step, I am blessed to be able to move about. The world I respect. I walk and observe and I watch and inspect.

I walk in the city, I walk in the woods. Through trails of wooden steps, and roots and branches.

Through rivers and dirt, rocks and mountainous peaks. Life’s constant rhythm got me moving my feet.

At one with nature, the sweet smell of the forest. The magic is here, the trees inhale it.

The oxygen flows, the soul is soothed, the leaves are green, and the rocks are smooth,

The magic is here, in the peace of this place. This magic is the smile that’s portrayed on every face,
Without this magic, there would be no such things as art, poetry, mysticism, philosophy.
I wonder at times, without this magic, would there still be love, would there be romance? 
This magic is untouchable, indescribable by words.

This magic leads the way to things we never imagined or heard.
This magic is our guide towards the doors of our dreams, it is the voice of intuition.
It is what unites a family, what unites brothers, sisters, true friends, lovers.

This magic is what makes a person suffer for another. 
This magic keeps a nation together, it allows the worst of criminals to perform a good deed at some point in their lives, once in a while maybe, or cooperate with others to achieve their goals.
Many people have forgotten about the magic, yet they have not lost it. It can’t be lost.
The magic can never be disposed of, it can never disappear. It is everywhere, it is you.
This magic is Spirit, it is consciousness, it is goodness, it is Oneness.
This magic is the unconditional love of a mother, the purest of existing things.
The intermingling and giving way to one another of the two poles of duality, shaping reality. Pure magic.
This magic is what was, even before duality came to be. But in fact, this magic never was, it only is.
This is the magic of the moment, the magic that wipes away past pain, and fades the future from view.
The magic forces us to concentrate, to really be. It is confident and assertive. “I AM.”

How can I not be? How can we not simply be? In joy, in peace. Pure magic is what we are.
This magic is so haunting, we cannot avert our eyes. This magic is blinding, it is enchanting.
This magic is invisible, yet inexplicably real to all.

Indescribable, the feeling or thought that lingers in the back of millions of minds, minute after minute.

Moment by moment, the moment is always the present moment.
If one meditates in the moment, one clearly feels the presence of this magic within.. and without.
One can be carried away by the feeling of the breath that keeps one alive, or the pulse of the heart which shares the same duty as the breath.
One can be carried away by the breeze on a fresh summer day, becoming one with the wind.
As one loses track of time, and awareness of one’s body, one feels it. There it is.
The Magic.

~ REBEL SPIRIT ~

 

POEM: A PRAYER FOR PEACE

Please pray for peace and pray for serenity.

Pray for the strength to keep your soul heavenly.

Pray to be the person who can truly love an enemy.

Pray to be a real friend, Right until the very end.

Pray past petitioning for private concerns,

Stop praying for petty passions as you watch the world burn.

We are here for a reason, every one of us, to learn.

In the great web of life, we’re all meant to take a turn.

A turn at talking, a turn at walking, a turn at laughing, a turn at crying.

A turn at birth, and as if we’re cursed, we must also all take a turn at dying.

So breathe the blessings, learn the lessons, life is too short to spend it sighing.

Become at one with the cause of all, the effect will be there’s no need for trying.

We already are the oneness behind the veil.

For that reason, anyone who knows the truth can’t fail.

Never be afraid, you know you were made to set sail

On this grand voyage, past the mirage of treacherous trail.

Don’t pray for the pressure to cease, because you need it.

Don’t pray that the problems of life will be deleted.

Just live life right, pray to be never be defeated

By temptation, an abomination, growing if you feed it.

All energy is ever-flowing, it’s the power of connection.

Pray for power to discern the different levels of perception.

In this world every fact is simultaneously deception.

Obstacles must be faced by us all, with no exceptions.

We must face the reality of living in duality.

Pray for understanding to tolerate humanity.

Shine a bright light in the middle of normality.

People pushing people down, sinning for a salary.

Please pray for courage, pray for pure self-control.

Pray the devilish forces never get a hold.

Pray for prosperity of body, spirit, soul.

Pray the world can keep the love alive instead of growing cold.

Too many people pray for supernatural abilities.

We seldom are concerned with true spiritual stability.

Approach the Great Spirit with a heart full of humility.

And see the world change before your eyes, tranquility, and peace arise.

To provide the mental and emotional endurance to survive.

And not only to survive, but to prosper, to thrive.

Too many people live a lie, never really live alive.

Insecurities to hide, cut inside of them like sharp knives.

If you seek you shall find, so seek what you really need.

Be a philosopher, a lover of wisdom and not of greed.

The law of cause and effect is in effect indeed.

But don’t let that be the only reason why you do a good deed.

Seek what you sincerely seek, as secondary desires then begin to fall away.

Greed, hate, pride, lust, you must throw them all away!

Pray for peace, pray for wisdom, God is just a call away,

Close your eyes, visualize, on an inner holiday

To galaxies so close to heart, you have known it from the start.

Life is deep as any ocean. And the universe is art.

There’s no need for the commotion. All is motion like the beating heart.

Constant motion, feeling, emotion, virtue, passion, love, thought.

Everything is everything, it’s all interconnected.

Bow before the beauty of divine destiny, respect it.

Learn to see the good in all, really be selective.

Pain can never perish until peace is elected.

Life will tear itself apart a million times again.

Take comfort in the knowledge we will never really die, my friend.

Life will destroy and rebuild itself but it’ll never end.

Pray with gratitude for such a teaching. Om, Amen.

Stand victorious above the bodies of your past desires,

Devilish desires would have lead you towards the fire.

The fire that consumes within, the flames of hell, a dirty conscience.

A life wasted on nonsense, the lectures of a liar.

Yet you rise above the challenges; the malice is disowned.

Victorious and vulnerable you stand at God’s throne.

Desires now subdued to the point that one would think them dead,

Clear your head, death is dead. Life is good. You are home.

Home, where you need to be; home, where you belong.

Lend a helping hand, take a stand, learn to get along.

Exercise your inner strength to do no wrong.

Let the beauty of life move your spirit like a soothing song.

~ REBEL SPIRIT ~

“Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.”
~ Paramahansa Yogananda (1893-1952)