As Children

As-Children-stanza-oneHappy are the days of little children
And in the hours of childish life
their feet doth dance the hours away.

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Infinite Light

Infinite-Light-stanza-oneAnd so the Three Wise Men that cometh from the East
Give not the treasures of spices and ambers and myrrh
And brought to the lowly born.

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Newfound Spring

Newfound-Spring-stanza-oneIt was April when I came to earth, and a
gentle rain was falling
And the air was filled with the promise of
Spring – and so I waited until May
Then my eyes feasted with the beauty of
fresh flowers and the multitude
of growing things.

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Mighty God

Mighty-God-stanza-oneThou must stand upon the seashore, and
look with wandering eye
And gaze upon the waves and of their
strength and of their mightiness
That they fall upon the sands, still they
ever must recede back unto the place
from whence they sprang.
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Stairway To the Stars

Stairway-To-The-Stars-stanza-1-mainHe who walks the path of Truth
must lose himself a thousand times.
For in the losing of his way
does he find within himself
The thing he seeks most earnestly.

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The Universe Is A Dream

Universe-Is-A-Dream-main-4-postby Gerardus Tros ~ Philosopher, Poet, Scientist


Sooner or later we discover
that there is no matter or physical stuff anywhere.

At that time we have come to the conclusion that the universe
– IS –
A Universal Action that takes place in Consciousness Only.

The entire Universal Action is like a Dream or an Illusion.
It is an infinite Happening.

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Unchained

Unchained-stanza-1Bound am I not with chains of mortal flesh,
Nor doth the fetters thereof cut the flesh
Neither doth my heart bleed within me
And crieth for the freedom of the soul.

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Humility

humulity-stanza-oneRaise not thine arms and shout that ‘I am He’
Neither that thy mind and voice
is greater than all others.
For surely there is none among ye,
but who canst also raise his voice and crieth out.

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Bowstring

Bowstring-stanza-1-4-post Words are thoughts and borne like winged messengers;
Shafts of iridescent Light, feathered with a kindness soft,
Or barbed with hardened steel ~
That minds and hearts be shorn apart by piercing shafts.

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Moldeth In Virtue

Moldeth-In-Virtue-stanza-oneHast thou given thought of thy life ~
Hast thou molded it in the virtues of compassion
Or hast it been as the iron in the smithy’s
forge, heated and tempered in flame;
Or as the potter’s clay molded and baked in the oven?

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Searchest Thou

stanza-one-4-postFor, without Me thy voice becomes as one crying in the wilderness
And with Me, thy voice becomes one in the Infinite symphony of Creation.
Without Me, thy path is more dark than the blackest night.
With Me, thy path is brighter than the noonday sun ~
And stones become as stars.

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Altars

Altars-Stanza-OneSeek ye not, before the Altars of man’s lusts
Neither in the Temples of his own desires
For in the offerings of flesh and wine
Cometh only the needs of the body.

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Smallness Of Self

stanza-one-4-postFor behold there are two who are pilgrims who journey to Mecca
That their pouches are filled with dates and they have with them
the belly of the sheep filled with fresh curds,

So that they need wasteth not, nor hunger upon the wayside.

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Time of Sleep

Time-of-Sleep-Stanza-One-A-4-postAnd there is the place where the old man sitteth in his garden,
And he looketh about and seeth not.
Neither doth his ears hear all the sounds of this life of which
his
days have been many and long.

Yet his days are now numbered, as come and go the things of this earth.

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Come Walk With Me

Come-Walk-With-Me-stanza-twoCome walk with me ~ our pathway is a rainbow through the sky
No pot of gold to wait for us at other end
But life Immortal to be lived in summer skies.
Long corridors of rainbow hues, await us there
And rooms all filled with stardust bright.

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