Extension

When one expands their sense of self

They join with the Divine

Infused throughout creation

And their sentiments entwine

This supernal identity’s

Logic of empathy

Is: “Do it to the least of these

You’ve done it unto me”

Gainsharing

Why does it feel so good to give

To those loved and admired?

Do we feel that we rob ourselves

Or gain our heart’s desire?

When one expands their sense of self

Not trying to possess

Nor coerce the like sentiment

They give their very best

Yet gain more than they realize

They find the greater Self

A connection unbreakable

Beyond all earthly wealth

Paradise Found

How can we know what’s preferable

If we don’t try new things?

How can we know how selfless taste

If to selfish we cling?

For desires to shift one aught

We must find something better

To displace baser perspective

We break the finite fetter

Then into view we see that true

Happiness comes from giving

That self is more than ego

And that life is more than living

It may take time to shed the lie

Which suggests sacrifice

When giving feels like love of self

You’ve reached the paradise

Betterment

How can one perfect motive

Without first being aware?

How can we know the good and bad

Unless we truly care?

How can we replace bad with good

Unless we prize what’s best?

Offsetting old desires

With a far better request

Sure Thing

To gain singular focus

You must select one thing

That won’t prove a distraction

From life’s crucial well-being

It must serve social sentiments

And jive with rationale

It must sit well with conscience

And align the ethical

Can anything prove better then

Than altruistic love?

In life or death one cannot best

The odds of joy above

Focus

As sentience gains focus

On the transcendent design

Supernal will distills

Within our sentiments divine

Love fills the heart towards all

As the soul fills with pristine light

Then purpose becomes singular

As an all seeing eye

Corona

Along the edge of consciousness

Volition emanates

Corpuscles of desire merge

And thoughts coagulate

Thus if you pay attention

To these movements which unfold

You clearly see a hint

Of the corona of the soul

God Knows

You can’t whitewash a miscreant

You cannot pray a lie

You can’t sneak into heaven

Your heart won’t let you by

We know the truth inside us

We know where we belong

We know what we desire

We know what’s right and wrong

Intent

Intent classifies actions,

Emotions, thoughts, desires

Into spiritual genus

And the goodness that it sires

This truth of heart cannot impart

Contrary fruit or seed

The soul yields up its harvest strict

According to its breed

Though actions be the same

Between the hypocrite and saint

Devotions aren’t identical

For impure motives taint

Emotions born of passion

Aren’t the same as selfless love

For lust is clearly carnal

While the other from above

Even our thoughts bear different types

According to invention

One can’t concoct a lie in mind

That transforms true intention

Though objects of desire be the same

Among three people

Motives can differ vastly

Between virtue, null, and evil

We must consider what we do

As well as why we do it

We must examine what we want

And why we do pursue it

The genus of volition

Reveals honest aspirations

Corona of the soul is seen

Within these emanations

Heart’s Desire

Out of the heart works issue

According to ambition

Which form our thoughts, emotions

And our actions through volition

Thus motive guides all energies

In genus of the will

According to desires we receive

What we instill

Forerunners

Little hands within my span

That grasp and hold on tight

Little eyes reflecting awe

Now give me second sight

To see the world anew

Little feet that tread the path of man

To stand upright

In glory move in earnest

And with trembling in your might

Each step he grew

The smallest voice expressing truth ineffable with coos

And tiny ears that filter out with innocence eschewed all evil

Forward life and pass the torch

The forebears gave to me

My son, my son

Carry this light

Eternal to offspring

The Harvest

You can count seeds within apples

But not apples in seeds

You sense the love within your heart

But not its endless deeds

To harvest Eden’s fruit of life

You pollinate its breed

For motive’s seed is in itself

But grows by what we feed

Mental Progress

What does our gratitude create?

What does our optimism?

How does day dreaming bless our state?

How does humor and wisdom?

What does fond reminiscing build?

Or quiet contemplation?

What imagery conjured so real

Fashions tranquil elation?

We are free to create these

Through simple mental process

For we adorn palace of mind

By good thoughts as we progress

Know and Believe

Step back from what you think you know

Considering what is

Is there a new perspective

Of the truth through synthesis?

Step back from what you believe

To examine what you know

Can you see now what faith creates?

‘Tis real--we make it so

Adorned

We focus on the flower

Rather than on the thorn

Herein we create beauty

In mind that we adorn

Borrowed Time

There’s room to sculpt reality

According to our choosing

Not in being delusional

But in power we’re using

Does not faith dwell in make-believe

Before creations action

An optimistic portal into bliss

Prior protraction

We live today inside the hope

Of positive tomorrow

But this reality itself

Reaches through time we borrow

Monster Maker

Our construct of reality

Is shaped by conscious thought

Though we may not be cognizant

Of the creations wrought

A piece of this, a bit of that

Like Frankenstein’s creation

We stitch together scraps of death

And grant their animation

Such monsters born of negligence

Can turn upon their maker

Take care in what your mind designs

For you shall be partaker

Spirit Creation

Wherein do our creations bud

But first within the mind

The blueprint of its structure

And the force spent over time

For only sentience can launch

Through purposeful causation

The substantive in motion

To achieve a new creation

For so it is with circumstance

The world which we transform

Begins in thought, then action wrought

Till physically born

Mindful

Where do ye think to find the self?

Is it not with the mind?

What circumscribes experience

And reflects the Divine?

Where do we find our awareness?

What is the pith of life?

How can we neglect consciousness

And steer our vessel lithe

We must engage the spirit’s sail

We must command the helm

We must ascend the ladder

To attain the higher realm

Quest for Fire

The usefulness of fire

Is found within control

For if it wanders wildly

Its can destroy the soul

So too our thoughts are powerful

But they must be reigned in

And focused on the virtuous

Above the roaring din

The man that would transform his life

Must first alter the mind

For even in bleak circumstance

One’s viewpoint can refine

With clarity, with gratitude

With intellect, and faith

The world follows our blueprint

In the thoughts that we create

Herein the quest for fire

Warms the cockle of the soul

And lights the way to happiness

If we but take control

Eris

Without voice these first

Alms which letters

Lost their meaning in

Known in secret each

Edicts passing sentence

Radix of the last

Inscribed them into words

Sophistry’s mask imbedded too

Purer hearts will tell

Intuitive the truth be of

Replete in taking stock

Indwelling ‘neath the submerged holm

To heal the obtuse syndrome

Unless facts are taken hostage

Albeit sincerity protects

Light’s orphaned children

Ousted heirs be they cast from

Suckling awareness numb--more brutal

Than the lost or barren womb

Green Pastures

Some people do not know their mind

They do not own their thoughts

They do not grasp that mind control

Is theirs to seize or not

They channel surf the transom

Without direction or purpose

And never linger long enough

To dissect thoughts they service

You are not floating in a stream

The stream is inside you

Channel the flood of consciousness

To greener pastures true