Build and Not Tear Down

The challenge at the moment is to remain positive in the face of the world’s craziness.  And while it is important to stand up against the wrongs that are being perpetrated by so many of our misguided leaders who are too busy playing politics to really work on the things that really matter, it is important to create positively.

According to Isaac Newton and his “Third Law of Motion”: “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”.  It is not surprising then that the most effective means of producing positive change is not to oppose another force head-on but to work to turn that force’s motion in a more favourable direction.  For example, even the National Rifle Association in the USA is open to banning the “bump” devices which turn semi-automatic weapons into effectively fully automatic weapons.

It is important to support and acknowledge any positive steps by own opponents however small.  It is important to maintain a working dialogue with all people if at all possible, for this makes future changes a little more possible.

The following poem was written by me six months ago.  Despite my familiarity with the expression “little one” I am still a little uncomfortable with this wording. Sometimes, particularly when capitalized (q.v. Little One), this term is directed towards me, and sometimes it is directed to all souls living at this time on the Earth.

I hope you find this poem helpful in some way.  And it is a “real” poem, almost, this time as it mostly rhymes.  I don’t know that the rhyming is as powerful as when the words flow from the heart almost indiscriminately, but its useful to explore other means of expression.  Enjoy.

 

Build and Not Tear Down

 

Find what is true and let everything else go.

You can do this for you already know,

which things are important, and which things are not…

 

so let go of the non-essentials, and live the life you could.

Let go of all the niceties, and obligations, and all the things you “should”.

 

Let go of the people, all those who waste your time,

with their gossip, and negativity, for your strength they undermine.

Let go of those “too serious” and all the “drama-queens”,

who like nothing better than a “war”, or “villains” and “victims”,

or any kind of scene.

 

Let go.  Let go.  Let go,

and let God be your guiding light.

Turn round.  Turn round,

and follow the path that is clearly in your sight.

Follow Truth, Love and Kindness, and let your flag unfurl,

as you step up… step forward…

to build a better world.

 

Let us march together, arm in arm, and hand in hand.

Let us cultivate the numbers of this ever-growing band,

of people who want to build and not tear down,

 

So build and create, all the good things in life…

and if we build together, and make each other stronger,

we will put an end to strife.

 

God bless all you fellows, who are seeking to end war.

God bless all you workers, who are seeking to restore,

the world of God’s creation, that we call Paradise…

and soon it will be here…

 

if we keep building on our building, and keep loving in our hearts…

and soon this new beginning will be a perfect start…

 

So little one, keep building…

Keep loving…

and keep growing…

in Love and Light and Truthfulness.

 

God bless,

Alan

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Spiritual Lessons: Stepping Out at the Ball

Well it’s certainly not before time that I am posting another poem.  The last month has been full of frustrations, and even today, there have been “blocks” that have restricted my selection of poem to one that I probably wouldn’t have selected.

However, as we know everything happens at just the right time and place, always.

The events of this poem are apparently real as they happened to a woman who related them to me on the one occasion I attended a formal Creative Writing group.  Even if they are not quite true, they make, I hope, an amusing, and insightful anecdote.  This poem was written in 2009.  I hope you enjoy it.

 

Stepping Out at the Ball

It was the evening of the dance.

I was in control…  I had it all,

for I was looking glamourous, and so mature.

I was… The Belle of this Ball.

.

But suddenly the button on my undies broke,

and I could feel inside,

beneath my dress, my knickers move,

and start a terrifying slide.

.

They hit the floor!..  I looked for the door…

My mind raced with fear and dismay,

till my inner voice said “Stay calm, dear”.

I stepped out…  and danced away.

.

So I escaped from embarrassment,

because I had not forgot,

to keep my cool.  I guess you could say,

I didn’t… get my knickers in a knot.

 

Some spiritual reflections:

  1. Pride comes before a fall.
  2. Don’t panic… things aren’t as bad as they seem.
  3. There is a solution to every crisis.
  4. Slow down your mind.  When it races it can spin out of control.
  5. Listen to your inner voice.
  6. Be brave.
  7. Don’t care what others think about you.

 

Well I hope you liked this change of pace.  Sometimes a point can be made best through humour, and life is too important to be lived “Seriously”.

Lighten up and enjoy each minute of every day.

Hopefully after this lull, I am back to regular, frequent postings.  In the meantime, take care of yourself, and live whole-ly and holily and happily.

In love and light,

Alan

Raj, the Buddha in Disguise?

Greetings.  I’m killing two (symbolically only, of course) birds with one stone by posting this poem.  Raj’s owner was keen to get a copy of this poem about her beloved pet, and it is a poem which is short and easy  to post given my continuing use of the local library’s computers.  And as an added bonus it demonstrates that I can, at least occasionally write poetry that rhymes.

Given the state of the world at the moment it is appropriate to write about something which is light and joyful.  It is so important to stay positive and good-humoured in these times of confusion.

It is great too to find sources of inspiration and upliftment in the world around us.

Enjoy.

Raj, the Buddha in Disguise?

 

Raj is not here, but he’s not far away,

and if I don’t see him now now, I will another day.

 

Raj is ever-present and for him the world is fine.

He cares not if its raining or if the sun doth shine.

 

He miaows with great vigour, for Raj is indeed a cat.

He loves his life and all his food, so much…

so very much, he’s getting fat.

 

But Raj has much to teach us, of this I’m really sure:

for he has contentment… peace…

and a love, that’s really pure.

 

So learn from Raj, the pussy…

Don’t let life’s “moments” get in your way.

Let go… forget your troubles…

and live each moment, of every single day.

 

God bless.

Reopening a Door

Greetings and good wishes.

Here’s another overdue installment of my spiritual poetry.  I do need to keep this fairly brief as I am still using one of the local library’s computers.

The following poem was written in 2013.  Any references to my painting are greatly overstated in their significance.  I am or was a dabbler at the very best.  Still it is a great pleasure to be creative in whatever manner.

I hope you have lots of creative outlets and are keeping as many doors open as possible.  I hope you enjoy this offering.

 

Reopening a Door

 

Painting again…  and now writing too.

How I’ve missed these activities…  even the painting.

 

I feel my spirit coming alive…

a fanning of the flames of excitement.

I feel a stillness, and a calm, reverberating, inside me…

I feel a connection to the Peace, outside me.

 

It’s as if I’ve opened a cobweb-covered door…

that should never have been closed.

 

My painting, “Watching the Darkness” lies before me.

I want to shout out: “Let there be Light”…

for there is too much darkness on this planet…

here in this town… and in my heart…

 

for I do not look after my heart…

I do not keep it vibrant… and excited.

I allow doors to close…

and to slowly be covered with cobwebs…

 

I forget to dust my mind, and my soul.

It’s as if I have a beautiful motor vehicle which I am locking in a garage,

and using sporadically, and without attention and care,

and mindfulness.

 

Perhaps, today will remind me that I have a beautiful heart…

and remind me to look after it…

Remind me of the things that are important…

the things that make life worth living…

and each day, so very precious.

 

I am a buffoon… chasing after foolishness…

and squandering the treasures, and the delights,

that lie in the simple pleasures of living in “the moment”…

in the stillness…  and in the eternal flow.

 

I am so blessed…

 

with great Love,

Alan

 

 

Treat yourself with Love and kindness, and allow the Divine flow to guide you in all things.

In love and light

Alan

A Flower in God’s Garden

Greetings and good wishes to all.

I’ve been revising some old poems recently and transcribing them to my computer recently, and I came across this poem from 2010.  I find that it still speaks to me and I hope it does to you as well.

I will have to leave my preamble short today as I’ve had to use one of my local library’s computers, as mine is not working. Now I’m coming towards the end of my session, so I’ll go straight into the poem.

 

A Flower in God’s Garden                    

I am a flower… made by God.

I am a beautiful soul, that is a part of God’s garden.

Sometimes it seems I am surrounded by weeds…

but there are no weeds in God’s garden.

For all beings are beautiful flowers.

It is true that some of these flowers, need pruning…

and/or support…  to reach their full potential….

and to show their full, Divine glory.

Most of the flowers need fertiliser to help them grow…

All of them need water… and tending by a Divine hand.

Be a flower, little one….

Be delicate, and graceful, and open to the world.

Be a flower, little one…  be beautiful…

and give to the world your true self… and your honey.

Let your words… and your thoughts… be nectar,

to sustain the world…

and to manifest a new Eden…

which is the Earth… as it truly is….

full of beauty…  full of Love…. full of peace.

Be a flower, little one….

Don’t worry if there are stronger, or taller,

or more beautiful flowers around you.

You are beautiful, as you are.

Keep yourself in good condition.  Look after all your needs.

Eat healthily, and in moderation.

Drink plenty of water, and be careful about what you consume.

Cultivate your thoughts… and discipline your actions…

to bring to the fore, your true beauty.

Be a gardener of your soul… and be a guardian of…

and advocate for, the Earth.

It is time for you to be a flower… not just a bud, of Divine potential.

Open up…                           Take a deep breath….

and just be… a flower.

Be a flower, in God’s garden…

for that is enough.

God bless.

 

 

Best wishes to all.  Stay strong, keep the faith, and help create a better world.

In love and light,

Alan

 

Life Lived in a Blur

I must apologize once again for my neglect of “duties”.  I have been spending a reasonable amount of time putting my longhand writings onto my computer, but that is no excuse for neglecting my “legion”of readers.

Seriously though I have dropped the ball here and I now understand the reason the message from an oracle card I drew yesterday, which told me to write.  I’ve been doing my poetry, but not giving due attention to my blog.  I shall try to do better in future.

This morning, I transcribed and rewrote a poem from 2010, which I would love to share with you now.

Life Lived as a Blur                   

Rush. Rush Rush.

Why is everyone in such a hurry?

We are always in a rush, trying to cram too many things into our lives.

We want more and more…

and our lives become full…

of emptiness.

The experiences that we have are shallow.

We allow an hour to visit a gallery… when we need a day.

We decide to go the football, and we rush…

driving too quickly in the traffic…

so we can gobble down some “food” from the take-away shop…

eating the rest of our chips as we leave.

Why do we do this?…

Little of this is satisfying…

Little of this is relaxing, or peaceful…

or “quality time”.

Life on the go… is life, lived in a blur.

The things around us flash past without definition,

and with limited comprehension or acknowledgement.

It is like travelling on a train at high speed.

While the things a long way away can be seen with some clarity,

the poles and signals just outside the window,

are glimpsed, and just as quickly… “gone”.

When we rush we usually breath shallowly.

We are stressed, and unable to fill our lungs…

We cannot take in the nourishment, that is in the air.

When we rush we tend to take large bites when we eat,

and swallow food that is not properly chewed.

We find it hard to digest our meals…

and impossible to receive full nourishment.

When we rush we do not have time for our children.

We do not have time to answer their questions…

to reassure their anxieties…

Let alone have time, to just sit, and watch them grow.

Is this how you want to live your life?

Is this how you want to raise your children?

Take some time…. Today!…

just to catch your breath… just to take stock of your life.

What is it that you really want?

What do you really need?

What can you give up, and never miss?

What will make your life… and the lives of your family, better?

Take some time to de-stress… every day.

Learn to meditate… and to listen to your higher wisdom.

Remember to make a point of checking your breathing…

and when you need to…

take some deep breaths…

Fill… your… lungs…

and r… e… l… a… x…

When you breath out.

let go… of your tension.

Take some time… to do the things that are truly important.

When at all possible, sit down with your family, when you eat your meals.

Sit down at a table and talk… about what’s going on in your lives…

about the little things… and the big things…

for all are important.

Put aside time… regularly…

for your needs…. as your happiness….

effects everyone … around you.

In summary:

Don’t try and do too much.

Don’t bother with things that are not important.

Don’t worry about things… it is people, that are important.

Be open to giving everyone your love… and your wisdom…

But, you can only do this if you take the time…

and give your attention… and your intention

to creating the s p a c e in your life…

to be in touch… and in tune…

with these parts….

of you.

Stop… Listen… Learn…

Speak from your heart…

and share… and teach…

and spread… your love.

And one final thing…. Have fun!!! along the way.

God bless.

Travel well upon on your individual journeys, my friends.  In the moment there is only peace and love and well-being.

Namaste

Alan

 

 

A Life -NOT- Wasted Away

It’s been a little while since my last post and I find myself posting a different poem to the one that I had intended. Circumstances have conspired or the universe has redirected my energies.

I had intended when I sat down to post either “Compassion and Altruism” (since that was relevant to a discussion in a philosophy group that I attended during the week) or “Help Me to Heal, Oh God”.  However, “Turnip” decided she wanted to lie in my lap, which restricted my access to my poetry files.

I’m glad that I went with the flow and posted this poem as it raises an important issue which is often neglected.  It is also a moving story  and I shed a few tears during this posting.

 

“A Life Not Wasted Away”

Dear Catena,

On Sunday I bought you a book,second-hand, at a garage sale.

It was called “Eli’s Wings”, and on the cover,it is described as:

“the true uplifting story of a young woman’s will to live”.

 

I had been wondering how to send it to you.

I was going to ring Lindy to see if you were still alive,

for you have been fighting to die for so long.

 

But now I know…  you finally have your wish.

I have just been reading the paper,as I usually begin my day.

There I found your story, at the top of page 27,titled “A Life Wasted Away”.

 

[“The 20-year old Sydney woman died on Saturday,

her frail body weighing just 32 Kg…

 ….she lost a seven-year battle with anorexia nervosa”

              (Daily Telegraph,Wednesday 11th February, 2009, p27.)]

Catena, as I think you know, I wrote you three poems.

I would have brought them to you myself, if I had been able to…

Perhaps I could have helped…

Instead, I sent them to you.

 

I told you, you were very much loved.

I told you, you could do so much for others… and I was right.

 

There on page 27 is a sad article: “A life wasted away”…

But, do you know…that is untrue.

Your life had a purpose, and here is the reason why:

 

So many thought of, and prayed for you,

and begged you: “Don’t die please”.

Now hundreds of thousands of people

have read about your accursed disease.

“In (New South Wales) there are 500 cases

of anorexia (nervosa) each year,

and 20 per cent die….” **   So you  can see                        ** (Daily Telegraph,

you were just one of many, my dear.                                       11.02.09, p27)

But, you have put a human face on this illness,

and though it’s gaunt  and rather sad,

your face has brought awareness,

and brought good out of what seemed bad.

 

This face, your face, has been your purpose…..

You have made so many people aware.

Your plight…… your compulsions…… your self-loathing…..

have made so many people care.

Your life has served its purpose,

so now you can be glad.

You have helped so many,

and there’s no reason to be sad.

 

On Sunday I bought you a book, second-hand, at a garage sale.

I didn’t know you had already died.

The book was called “Eli’s Wings”.

I need not have bothered, for you already have your own.

 

Angel Catena,  Thank you for your life.

Thank you for your years of suffering.

I am sorry that you didn’t have the chance,

this time around, to live a normal life,

and to have children, and to get married.

 

But Catena, your life was not wasted.

Your life had meaning, for you helped so many people to learn,

about the suffering that so many others are still going through.

You have made a difference.

 

God bless you, angel Catena.

 

In love and light.

Alan

 

Till next time live purposefully and make this world better.

Be the best version of yourself that you can.

God bless,

Alan