A Sort Of Waiting

Faith is a sort of waiting,
but not as we understand waiting.

I know the dawn will come,
thus my faith and waiting are one.

It will come because it is mine,
I give it away, thus receive it.

To own, I must give away,
await the dawn.

How Did You Find Me

How did You find me,
must not have hid very well.
Or is hiding impossible,
not our will.

Where am I,
that I cannot know You.
Cannot not know You.

Should I cling so,
to a dream in a dream.
Or forgive the world I made,
release and be released.

Emily Dickinson

I fear a man of scanty speech,
I fear a silent man,
Haranguer I can overtake
Or babbler entertain---

But he who waiteth
While the rest
Expend their inmost pound,
Of this Man I am wary---
I fear that He is Grand.

--From Further Poems of Emily Dickinson edited by her niece Martha Dickinson Bianchi, and Alfred Leete Hampson. LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
BOSTON 1929.

Spirit Dance

I see the stream you spoke of,
water that never goes away.

I see the rightness of your talk,
how everything you say is true.

I will hold no grievances,
I will harbor no secrets.

Let there be no dark place with us,
brothers of one light.

Around the eternal fire,
let us dance our spirit dance.

No more hunger,
no more desire.

We have no needs,
since we shed the old ways.

Let us dance.

"Come Home, My Son"

Believing is a form of willing. The world I see is illusion, but my belief makes it real to me. Belief is a consistent, strongly held thought. Thought is of mind, mind is of spirit. The world believes thought is nothing, and so it is the will of the separated Sons of God that it be so. But the will of separation cannot change our true Identity. We remain God's Son.

God Himself wills that I do my will. Not as this little man with this little life, for God sees no ego. God wills I do my will as His holy Son.

Seth Quote

"The idea of a meaningless universe is in itself a highly creative imaginative act. Animals...could not imagine such an idiocy, so the theory shows an incredible accomplishment of an obviously ordered mind and intellect that can imagine itself to be the result of non-order or chaos--you have a creature who is capable of mapping its own brain, imagining that the brain's fantastic regulated order could emerge from a reality that has no meaning." --Seth. The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events.

Christ Prayer

Christ, my Holy Self, what words could I use? I would give up the world I made as an attack on our Father. What are words but symbols made to hide what they should uncover? Then wordless is my release of the world I made.

My holy Brother, let your holy Sight light my own, replacing what I thought I saw with the truth I dreamed I threw away. So let it pass from me. This self I made could not do what I intended, and thank God.

You bid me forgive completely the world and my brothers, thus myself. So I give to you the gift you gave me. In our sharing, let us live forever. Amen.

My Brother As He Is

I would see my brother as he is. I would know the world I see I made up, a way of projecting harsh judgment on myself because I cannot bear to hold it inside. I fear it will utterly destroy me.

When I see my brother as he is, I can forgive him for what he never did. I made an idol of my brother because I thought I needed something to attack. I believed attack could be justified based upon my being innocent by my brother's guilt.

But there is nothing outside me. I am doing this. My brother is part of me. Would I deliberately do violence to myself? What I do to my brother I do to myself.