BEATING HEART

BEATING HEART
"Many a beating heart is silenced by the tyranny of indifference." ~Michael Faudet

THE PUREST PLACE

THE PUREST PLACE
"Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.” ~Everwood (Trust Your Journey)

The Bible says

"a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he possesseth."

3 September 2021

AUM

By Yesu Ben

Forever soars the deep blue sky into the deep blue sea;
They kiss and merge and kiss again in soft serenity,
I cannot hear their moaning voices from this distant hill,
Oh eager waves, be silent now, if you cannot be still.
At fifteen miles, the green is blue and blue is green today,
Transformed, the sky's become a vast unbroken silver grey,
The wind blows gently, oh so gently clear in seamless lines,
The sun with brush paints over streaks that boundaries define;
The vast expanse of deep blue green does not breathe, does not stir
Absorbing and reabsorbing earth in its breathtaking blur.
Which turns this harmony of sea and sky into one cell,
Interned we therefore seek release from life’s eternal spell.

Now underneath the earth, there crawls the hidden hand of God
Revealing what’s behind the mask, this glamorous façade,
Uprooting trees and coverings that we’ve come to accept;
The birthing of a bigger soul, while we opposed and wept.
But when we’ve gathered Faith again, the sun and sky’s embrace,
With storms and failings, tears and fears, the victories, God’s grace,
Our clarity’s regained and awed at perfect cruelty,
A pinch against sleepy skin and uncertain jollity,
A squeeze to waken weary mind, the middle course of life
That lies between that world and ours; home to our inner strife.
Is our vision good enough to comprehend this force?
These little joys, and pains, they tell us of the inner source.

And rounding slaughter, God, this weary little pilgrim child
When He comes finally to free what’s hiding deep inside,
And then respect and love are earned, the little child’s no more
A young man soon will play another game beyond the door.
But on his own, these treasures do not cost a single cent
Although that’s all he’d hoped for through the years and now he’s bent.
This inner Law, God’s grace, bestowed upon the human race
Have benefitted him and always have been near his face.
What hovers up above is also He that’s underneath;
Now lay your weary garment down and cover it with wreath.
For on the third day shall ye rise, and heaven shall ye reach
But to set forth the many laws requires a lengthy speech.