A Universal Key to Unity, Spiritually

June 2, 2009 by the best dad ever

Many of us have stood sometime and looked at the stars- perhaps sometimes sensing ourselves moving relatively at an unfathomable speed in space. When the sun rises in the east, we know that the stars do not go away. They remain as they are. Only our focus changes. So it is with our dreams. When we rise up each day, our dreams continue in the background as much a part of lives as our thoughts and situations. Until we become awakened, our existence on Earth is a dream that the universe is having.

We can judge how alive we are by the quality of our awareness. There are a number of keys to our role as observers in this life. One path is spiritual. Many people and most churches attempt to explain a concept of God. A lot of observers attribute the divine as an unfolding plan. Some see God as a universal person inside us all. The truth seems to be that we usually can define God as a word that describes something that is bigger than ourselves. If we view God as the manifestation itself, we can conclude that God is in everything. This is a universal key to unity, spiritually.

Sometimes when we contemplate, reality gets filtered. As we organize our thoughts, we limit how much truth we can perceive. If we are able to sit without imposing, we become available to realizations. What you view as bad provides a clue what area inside you has not developed. As we notice that everything is part of the same field of particles and waves, any pieces of it that we insist are bad parts illuminate our resistances to the flow. We free the blockages first by becoming aware of them, then by the awareness of the true cause. This special awareness usually comes not by thinking but by doing. Thus, the fundamental blockage of religion is contemplation. Things we don’t like, fear, or otherwise resist, are things we must become able to embrace. Unitarian Universalism can transform the illusion of duality, and end the battle in our mind between good and evil.

We can choose to open ourselves to awareness by being present, and living in meditation. A key to personal presence, and therefore gravity, is noticing when you notice things. Notice when you notice which thoughts come when. Notice and observe everything without imposing. You will become better at noticing, and will be moving toward cultivating life. Energy flows with attention.

The gravity we cultivate is the true Magick.

When we can sit equanimously, we can be born again into everlasting life.

Every one of us firmly believes we are awake. It is the person who comes to understand their own supreme ignorance that can begin the journey toward understanding that which is beyond them.

I affirm that if you choose, the word God can describe the manifestation of matter and energy.

Most people may agree that God is in everything (or is a word that describes everything). We can draw a conclusion that there is only one God (as there is only one everything), and that’s universal (unity).

There can be an agreement among all creeds.

A universal unity in a unified field.

The Crone

March 23, 2009 by the best dad ever

Twisted Stick

This bent branch

bent so far

not yet broken

Reach up and take me

splinter for you

nurturing the last bud

hoping someday

to flower again

one more time

one more time for all time

Again

February 28, 2009 by the best dad ever

In a soft expression
I gather my senses
I gather my sense of smelling, breathing
Consuming the last star in the sky
my hands
my hands have come so close
I am being
I am being worn
and all of the kingdom
all of his majesty
the breast of the loving mother
the sunlight
pressing me into the shape of the glass figure
molding me into me
and into you
play on
I remember the feeling
the times when it is thick
and slow
I almost cry, sometimes
everything is swelling- my eyes are filling
your world has such a feeling
you leave me
you leave me without a breath, and
I am no match
and when the moon comes
when the moon comes again
I’ll meet you where we both know
when we’ll see each other
the little rain
I’m calling you
again

Foundedness

February 2, 2009 by the best dad ever

Found at the heart of my being,
is an uncommon notion-
a representation of my emotion
as a decidedly interconnected motion
toward desire and it’s cultivation.
A gracious reaching toward more.
Standing on a balcony-
leaning over
seeing everything in the city
I almost fall.
I almost fall
in love again.
With our destruction-
our aberration.
Our mortal vision
of passing function.
Such striking colors-
we are.

Into the shade

September 19, 2008 by the best dad ever

On a small road-
just the desert and me,
I walk alone on a pathway to infinity.
Nothing but sand for miles to see-
following the path is my destiny.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

My feet disintegrate as the burning sand
takes its place in my flesh
(I’m a petrified man).
The sun is my master.
Under I stand.
I lower my head at his mighty command.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

I hear the sound of the coyote.
I see the crow
following me.
I pass the carcass on which they both feed.
Having no concept of hunger and need
I carry on.
I pass the cactus. I pass the bush.

Under the sun to which I succumb
I feel my body begin to go numb.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight
as I surrender to the blanket of light.

Without my eyes, I can’t see the blisters.
All of the sights have turned into whispers.
I must find water, and I must find it soon-
feeling my way as I call to the moon.

“I’ve lost my road- I can’t see my way.
I’m on my knees- please help me,” I pray.
“I’m on my way to the end of the path”
I heard a sound, and I started to laugh.

It’s so familiar, and so far away.
I turn and listen to look for the way.
I feel it in me.
I hear it call.
After a moment I begin a long crawl.

It calls through the wind,
and it knows my name.
The river haunts me.
It drives me insane.
It says to me words that I never speak.
I must have water.
My body is weak.

So far away from the path that I knew,
my vision’s gone, but my direction is true.
The ground is changing-
I can feel with my hand.
A firmer substance is replacing the sand.

I feel the grass.
It tickles my nose.
It feels like magic between my toes.
Then, all of a sudden, I come to a wall.
I hit my head (I don’t remember my fall).

I have a dream in which I can fly.
When I awake I can open my eyes.
I see the wall was really a tree.
It was the shade that had been sheltering me.

I hear the stream, and I see it at last.
I take to running and forgetting the past.
Soon I am free- naked- airborne- jumping in.
I realize only then-
I do not know how to swim.

I fight the current.
I hold my breath.
My weight is determined to lead me to death.
My final shout is less than a cry
as I surrender and prepare to die.

How funny death
is more like a float.
What had seemed certain, now seems remote.
Now that I live, what should I do?
How could I know what I was jumping into?

For the first time I noticed the fish
using their bodies, they go where they wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I am the river.
I am the fish.
Using my body,
I go where I wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I head downstream.
I move with the flow.
Content to live within the boundaries I know.
The banks are changing.
The trees have all gone.
I feel so lonely, but I keep moving on.

Something is different.
I sense something new.
(I put it aside,
but the sound only grew)
I do not fight it, or strive to break free.
I’m in the stream, and the stream is in me.

In the stillness

September 16, 2008 by the best dad ever

In the stillness
of my own divinity
I sense throughout the eternal memory
this moment of clarity.
I surrender at will.
Giving way to the current I feel.
Adjusting the flow
around the ground where I grow.
…and this heartbeat I hear
holds me together
as the thought disappears.

The solid tree

August 31, 2008 by the best dad ever

I have deciduously stripped my colors,
and drawn in.
Locked inside my house again.
Waiting for the rain.
The candle is my name.
Sending down my roots,
and reaching for the sky.
The cold Earth,
the morning dew,
I still feel you- I always do.
I feel the wind,
and smell the change coming.
I sway in the storm
of this life. I’m becoming
this home.
This hill, this grass, has always been,
and will always be in stone.
I’ve weathered through my years.
As one I stand alone.
Drinking from the stream,
a mighty little sunbeam
comes to be
that which strengthens me.

Memoir

August 14, 2008 by the best dad ever

I don’t know- what I won’t say
I won’t tell you what I’ve been feeling today
From that moment- that I looked into you
I’m forever young- I’m a piece of you
When the day falls- and the rain comes
With the branches of a forgotten limber tree
Comes the memory
Comes the member me

I’m a thousand miles of thoughts away
As I recall your words to me
Can you remember me
I  crave simplicity
I am a memory

Leaving you behind

July 27, 2008 by the best dad ever

I can’t stand to see myself
so flattened- so needy.
I’m needing me
myself questions eagerly.
Time is flying by.

Find the stream…
serene.

From the Hollow

July 27, 2008 by the best dad ever

When the tip of the sun ran the moon away
I searched for the path to show me the way
From the hollow in the mist and the morning dew
I looked through, and saw clear to you
For a lonely moment I could only stare
If you hadn’t have called I would surely still be there
I studied your face, and to my quiet surprise
I found you staring straight back into my own eyes
My thoughts burned to run, but my feet only stayed
At that moment your lips opened to say-
Do not be afraid- I watched where you came
I already know all your most elegant names
I’m heading for rocks even higher than I
I must go with haste for tomorrow I die

A valley between us- a boggish expanse
I’m finding my way- I’m taking the chance
Though the going be slow upon the miry floor
I know I’ll see you again, and we’ll be together forever more