* Poems To Merging, Yielding, Surrender

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Merging, Yielding

WATER FORMS MERGE INTO THE FORMLESS



The dew drops from tassels of grain

and seeps into the thirsty plains



The icicles' daggers melt into pools

but the shining sea remains remains



The mist and fog arise

elsewhere away to rain

but the waving sea remains remains



The roof's drumbeat of falling rain

.. the quiet noon sun has stopped its refrain



The sea bubbles burst like all waters' forms

into the main... into the main





*main: synonym for sea





A KNOCKING ON MY HEART



The woodpecker

on the heart of the

tree goes tap tap tap

The waves to the heart

of the pier.. lap lap lap

The water onto the rock

goes drip drip drip

God on my heart knocks..

rap rap rap



ALLAH AND YHWH



Allah

All Love

Love All

Alleluia



YHWH



Oh God

May my way

through joy

be one with

Your way



LOTUS LILY STEM VACUUM



As water passes through

a lilypad stem

As wind passes through

a belltower

As music passes through

an empty flute

God's Spirit

passes through the

surrendered





(We write what we must learn. Course In Miracles: The message is always 1st for the messenger. Writer confesses she does not always care what God wants her to do.)





GRAVESTONES OF ZILLIONS



Creatures Untold

Zillions times

zillions

have died

killed by human beings

by the billions



... who knew their

names?

who knew what

each was like?

One was kind..

to all zookind

another

did rage

about his cage..



are there flags for

each one

planted like gravestones

on the bellies

of the beaus and belles

who devoured them..



God knows each name

of those murdered

by the violation of divine

law



God has mercy..

to those who change



FLOWING IN FLOWERING



Spirit river flowing

becomes the flowering

of the spring fields

which to it yield



WAVELET DEVOTEES



Wavelet devotees

come ever toward

their guru

upon the shore



NO HUNDREDTH LAMB



Not one beam of

light in God's array

has been lost or

mislaid or gone astray..

They are in Her rainbows

and His newgreening sprays.



WATER WILL



The willow's will

is the water's will

and the willow wends

his way

with water and wind.



RIVER CHANGES NAME



As the river merges

with another river

and changes her name,

does a monk join

his consciousness to

God and change his name

.. do some women

without parochial

consciousness

change their names

when wed



(some combine

names.. some keep

their maiden names)



WELL



Memory's infinite cells

drift up from

memory's wells

.. unsummoned by

any audible bell





FLOWING IN FLOWERING



Spirit river flowing

becomes the flowering

of the spring fields

which to it yield



WAVELET DEVOTEES



Wavelet devotees

come ever toward

their guru

upon the shore





WATER WILL





The willow wends

his way

with water and wind.

The willow's will

is the water's will



When I hear the whippoorwill

I stop whipping my poor will.



TEACHING FROM THE MORNING SUN



Awaken the blazing

sun in each chakra.

Its light will go forth

to mingle with the light

of other awakened suns.



SEEK YE FIRST THE KINGDOM

OF GOD AND ALL WILL BE ADDED

UNTO YOU



the caboose obediently

follows the engine

the river's train

follows her headwaters

to the sea

those who 'seek first

the kingdom of God'

find He speaks verily



PEN



When she realized God would show

her endless movies when she

meditated she was able to

achieve detachment about books

... but not yet the pen





A KNOCKING ON MY HEART

ALLAH AND YHWH

FLOWING IN FLOWERING

GRAVESTONES OF ZILLIONS

LOTUS LILY STEM VACUUM

NO HUNDREDTH LAMB

PEN

SEEK YE FIRST THE KINGDOM

OF GOD AND ALL WILL BE ADDED

UNTO YOU

WATER FORMS MERGE INTO THE FORMLESS

WATER WILL

YHWH

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

We write what we must learn. Course In Miracles: The message is always 1st for the messenger. Writer confesses she does not always care what God wants her to do.

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Ernest Bevans's picture

Saiom,
I enjoy your spontaneous works which springs from a well of experiences and love of all living things.

the messages in your poems harks back to the original purpose of poetry: To spread a message that is to
enlight.

Your poet and friend
ernest