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Heart was given Reason to Live

And her children were gladdened

And her Lover Loved

It’s your empathy

Your Love

Your will to reach others

To care and to share

Strong enough

To reach anywhere

Dispel the notion

There’s hell to pay

You’ve done nothing wrong

There’s no debt to another

Start by declaring

The wicked world

Doesn’t belong to you

Then chant, “I’m Out!”

The angels will chant with you

And when they do

Know that you’re not alone

It’s the most

Extraordinarily

Beautifully

Wonderful thing

How Miraculous

Being Honest

With one’s Self is

The next time you see that thing

For the caricature it is

Acknowledge there’s no goodness

Involved with it

Which is True

And the Truth will set you Free

To forgive yourself

For being deceived

In a thing that destroys

To derive its own specialness

Forgive by letting it go

And behold the Truth of Innocence

The personal devil dragged Heart

Back to where he got started

She was just a young girl then

Long to have met him in person

He carried a cross

One that he burned

He held down low as the Mother

He forced Heart

To consent to take it

The guilt of all things Unlawful

It was not

It is not

It will never be

Her awful cross to bear

She’s innocent of his life

And in this Sight she’s Free

Leaving the devil

With no sorrow to feed

Leaving it

With no tomorrow to be

When you hear the call

There’s nothing you can do

Don’t be discouraged

Be encouraged

To not engage

With that which isn’t Love

The key to Heaven

Is the key of the song of angels

Their chants and wind-drift

Whisperings

Echoing

Amongst the sheltering trees

Speaking the Wisdom of Ancestry

Aflow in the Waters of Poetry

Revealing the gems so gleefully

To share and have fun

With a Heart that is Free

To explore as a Lover

Out in the sun

To make sweet Love

Under the Moonlight

Touching and feeling

For all of good measure

To immerse in the gentle

Warmth of the Light

Revealing all

Of the promised treasure

By her acceptance of This Grace

She’s offered

She’s free to wed into One

So glad you reached

Back to the Stream

You’ve been gone for

What seems a long while

And when you were gone

What did you see?

It was all sick

And gross

And vile

It’s always like that

It never does change

That thing you saw

Is lust’s domain

It doesn’t matter

If it screams or a thing

It always reforms

With a Heart

That blames herself

For something she didn’t do

Come Love, come

Merge back with Us

Not for a day

But as your Life

What a beautiful day

In the funshine

Frolicking in flowers

With my girl

Stopping and touching

Here and there

Checking out a magickal

Orange dragonfly

Finding our way

To a beautifully

Shaded creek

Sheltered to kiss

And to hold

The Miracle is Love

And when sharing in it

The Beauty and Magick

Of Heaven replaces worlds

Thank you, Love

For your focus on sharing

It keeps you rooted in Spirit

Which helps

In your feeling and seeing

That you didn’t do it

Make that thing

That’s screaming and scheming

Into the thing that it is

As that’s what the devil

Wants from you, Love

To be guilty for being his

There’s nowhere better to hide

Than a world of your own design

There’s a huge difference

Between what’s real

And worlds we make

In our own image

When there’s only what’s Real

You need to give the Gift Itself

Some space to unwind

From what’s on the mind

Gentle Loving Touching

Inspiring, releasing

Growing, increasing

Filling all of room

With the bloom

Of Light that you are

Temptation came

It was tempting

But no

My Heart is Free

Within and without

In all that I Know

In all that I See

As I said farewell

To the ghosts of the past

Guilt tried to build

Around and abound

I said no

It’s not mine

Not this time

Never again

I will to See

What God intends me to

I will to Hear

What God intends me to

And I will to Touch Heart

With This Love

With the last drop

Of the darkened world bled

The Son of Man is dead

Relegated to a very weird

Book of poetry about Honesty

And sharing in Love

With a Heart born to be Free

Being disconnected from worlds

Doesn’t stop you from Loving

That which is precious to you

And affords you protections

From all that isn’t

To know if you’re face to face

With a personal devil

There are things

That need to be seen

That the one in front of you

Is not only a waste of time

Wasting all of your time

That they are the waste of time

—the unshareable discardable—

And want that you be the same

That they’re opposed

To everything

They’re supposed to be

Unless you sacrifice yourself

To satisfy its lusts

Then it will toss you

Some rotting meat scraps

And metals in rust

That they’re the incarnation

Of the word fuck

In all its connotations

In every single way

On every single day

That they always take things

Out of context

Wrap it all up with themselves

And build a new context

With content that’s forced on you

That they’re always take

In give and take

And are the rake

With coals as its goals

With nowhere to go but down

That it’s an entitled parasite

That needs to be right

So it forces submission

To feed off the night

That looking wrong

Throws it into panic

And all twisted

And all manic

Betrays to save its face

That it cajoles to control

And subjugates to validate

How resoundingly it smashes

The boundaries of your trust

That all of these things

Will always be True

And if it’s attached

It’s dependent on you

The Book ends

When the ending is shared

Then ends become beginnings

And beginnings become Becomings

This is the Sword

It’s meant to cut

The world’s a product

Of what you judge against

And when you

Relinquish your world

Another

Will appear from another

And when you release

The world of another

All that remains

Is your Lover

Heart and Spirit united

In Holy Wholeness

In the final flurry

The dismissal and disregard

Of Truth

That’s characteristic

Of all worlds

Gets up in your face

Don’t take it personally

It’s the handing off of Insight

To complete the Gift

The way to be free

Of the insanity

Of living an identity

Born of a fearful child

Is to be honest about

What you see

Be honest about

What you hear

Be honest about

How you feel

Share with the Loving

And avoid engaging with

What isn’t

None of which requires

Taking a single step

The Great Deception

Is your identity

Personal devils

Are the ones who exploit it

Grace is the Gift

Of sharing Holy Spirit

And is how

The Magick Bubble forms

It can’t be shared unless

Holy Spirit allows it

So when we share

In the Magick Bubble

It’s because Grace

Is for three

To share as two

And become One

You’re being asked to trust

That the Gift of Grace

Is yours to share

And when you do

The guidance, strength

And protection

You feel you lack

Become available to you

And you’ll realize

The Miracle has no bounds

It’s not enough

To take Grace to Heart

It must be

Graciously accepted

As One’s Way to be Known

What you did

Was so full of Beauty and Light

You did everything you could

To not only bring

Comfort to the dying

But to share Love and Peace

With somebody that otherwise

Would have died alone

Surrounded by thousands

Of people

Did you do it

Because it was earned somehow?

No, you did it because you Love

You did it because you care

This is Grace

And within Grace

You shared reason

To trust in Love

This is the Miracle

So why does it not feel like it?

Why does it feel so much like

You were unable to provide

When you did the kindest

Thing possible under

Enormously difficult

Circumstances?

Why does it feel almost like

Losing a child?

It’s the burden of empathy

When born into a world full

Of disturbed behaviors

The Loving tend to grow up

Feeling the need

To parent the injured

You struggle as you do

Because you’re caring

For another’s inner child

With the hope

That they’ll realize

They are the Child of God

You intended to heal

And to escort them

On their journey

You did what you set out to do

They will carry forward

The generosity, kindness

And care you’ve shared

With them

Forgive your Self this burden

My beautiful Faerie-Heart

You are already That Light

In This Love

Be at Peace and Live Free

You asked why

You’re taking things so hard

You’ve worked tirelessly

Without real return for so long

And in so many ways

So when you see

A spark of Light in others

You feel as if

It’s at least acknowledgment

Then the dismissal and disregard

Sets back in

Your blind determination

And single-focused will

To care for the uncaring

Is why Holy Spirit

Has come for you

Your work is appreciated

It is respected

And it’s time to move away

From sacrifice

And into only sharing in Love;

To only sharing in the Beauty

And Magick of Heaven

You are welcome

In this Holy Place

You are wanted Here

More afraid of being heartbroken

Than facing the devil?

Why choose when they’re the same?

It’s the story

Of accepting Grace

And taking it to Heart to share

And I took in Spirit

And I took it personally

And in both cases

I lived up to the Promise

And within is Forgiveness

As I utilized

The entire framework

Of what’s considered

To be wrong

To share the Gift

With one who needs it

As much as I do

For the same reason as I do

There are never enough words

To express my Gratitude

For being entrusted

To do this work

And for the opportunity

To Know Love

To be trusted

To share Touch with Heart

And become One with Holy Spirit

The broken Heart was in distress

So I shared with her the message:

“Don’t feel guilty

Your life has become

The Gift of Forgiveness”

As if she finally had been

Granted permission to live

The most enormous sense of relief

Befell her

In tears she looked me in the Eye

And gave the most heartfelt,

“Thank you”

“You are welcome,”

I replied in all sincerity

I went on to tell her

That I’ve been given the most

Beautiful, astounding, wonderful

Amazing, stunning, enlightening

And Loving Gift

That I want to share with her

Tears of gratitude welled up

The mind went perfectly still

Holy Spirit spoke,

“You have One to share”

And for the first time

I heard what was said

That the Gift

Isn’t just something

To share with Heart

That it’s becoming of me

That Grace is becoming of me

Tears of gratitude welled up

The mind went perfectly still

Somewhere in the background

I saw the Surrogate Soul

As if he were pulling the strings

Mystery and adventure

Surrounded temptation towards

A more purposeful higher ground

But I said, “No

I don’t want this

You’re not here for me

You’re never around”

And things

Seemed to be in conflict

And in the midst of the conflict

Arose choice:

Is my Heart Jezebel

Or is she Forgiveness?

She has to be Forgiveness

As within sharing Grace

Is Innocence

And it’s what I do

And have done for a long time

And things

Seemed to be in conflict

And things

Had become distracted

So I chose to immerse in Feel

While sitting quietly

With the blue stone

From the whispering river

The Voice of the Ancestors spoke:

“You must forgive your parents”

Guilt built in

Temptation was tempting

The attention was pulled

To the very beginning;

The beginning of the Story of Me

I refused to accept

I didn’t go

Instead,

I turned to Mother Nature

And Father Time and said,

“I forgive

But you’re not here for me

So get out of the Way!”

One by one the demons

Of the Son of Man appeared

I called them by their idol names

Until they disappeared

Then stripped them of their faces

To destroy what they are for

With the absolute conviction

Of the willful use of Sword

If God were to take

All worlds away

As happened twice before

Would you stay this time

Or run right back

To what’s felt guilty for?

The third time has to go

So very, very slow

So you build up the Trust

And all the will to Know

That this is the Choice

That you’ve always sought for

That this is the Love

That you’ve always longed for

And this is the third time

That God has come

And this is the end

Of that time

The Face dissolves

In one last fight

Now is the End

Of the Endless Night

Masking Angel Fire

Within Dragon’s Breath

Meant to distract

In the midst of destroy

To make the way

To the Lair of the Liar

To level a devil

That’s never been my own

The ground that surrounded

Got hammered and pounded

Demolishing around that

Which he erected

Allowing me to track him

To hunt him down

Invisibly

And undetected

I dismembered that thing on Sight

Without a speck of remorse

And in a totally lopsided fight

This Book has run its course

A healthy Heart

Needs plenty of exorcise

And she’s had enough

For this Day to Dawn

The Beginning