The Ladder of Prayer -Part 2

Let's talk of sex, oh Spirit Guide,
For this I really love,
And wonder what it means to You,
The God of Grace above;

He smiled and said so gently,
I thought you'd never ask;
For bodies thus were made to keep
A thought that you can't last;

You say that God made bodies,
First Eve, then Adam was;
But why would Love set up a world
Where failure was --"because?"

What God creates is perfect,
No blemish in a thing;
And life has just no opposite,
No "other" of anything;

That means no male no female;
It means no life nor death;
It means instead that we are One,
And in heaven we are blessed;

The world is but illusion,
To keep the truth from you;
Created by your mind in error,
A wee mistake tis true;

And God has never seen it,
He lives in truth alone,
And when we climb the Ladder,
We will see the false dethrone:

Dethrone all of our idols,
We made to hide our truth,
for God will run to greet us,
He knows we are His Worth;

I asked again the Spirit,
My question is of sex,
Is it a sin to want a man,
Or want to feel his pecs?

Then Spirit smiled and said to me,
It's but illusion son,
Your fingers feel yourself in all,
To ego this feels fun;

It proclaims that you're different,
That you need someone else,
Not complete, and not so happy,
Not as I made you MySelf;

It teaches that an error made,
In Mind -the world you see,
Is "real" to you in differences,
In bodies that seem to be;

Then ego says "lets feel them"
And join with them in bed,
That we won't feel so separate,
And our lives won't seem so dead;

Then ego builds it's story,
adding to "it" another "score",
Another male was blown today,
Then he left straight out the door;

Each ego thinks it takes its good
From the other one,
That pleasure comes then at a cost,
Hides guilt, in everyone;

To hide an error from your sight,
A thought that seems to scare:
Your innocence I steal from you,
In sex, you're not aware;

But ego thinks that mine as well,
Was taken from me too,
And God who stocks me, punishes,
For He is very cruel;

To make real is the ego's plan,
To hide the real from you,
So sex it feels so real to you,
Makes real a world of blue;

It says "you are a body"
Evolved from lower forms,
With hormones and two feet of clay,
To help you pass the storms;

The body was created,
To keep you from the truth,
But nothing here can keep you
from ascending through the roof;

So then I asked the Spirit,
Why am i now distressed?
Should I feel guilty Father,
For making such a mess?

Guilt is ego's armor,
To keep you planted here,
But God says we are innocent
His Son is Oh so dear !

So while you have a body,
Just watch the ego's play,
And if you find yourself in bed
With someone sweet today,

Remember that illusion
Can seem so sweet indeed,
That ego loves the thrill of sex
To satiate it's greed;

An appetite of emptiness,
one that is never filled,
for no one ever is enough,
it's cup is never filled;

The game you play is very old,
Just like in times of yore,
You search for Love outside yourself,
In body parts galore,

This is a ploy the ego plays,
So you will never see,
the Love you are already,
Within the Mind to be;

And Being is forever,
Far from a bodies touch,
There joined with you is everyone,
In Mind, not in your crotch;

Spirit, you are clever,
to help me see anew,
That i can let go of the guilt,
The thoughts that make me blue;

That i can watch the pattern played
And offer it to You,
To see the ploy and specialness,
i play in spite of You;

Knowing that You encompass me
And are all that is real,
And that I can just be as You
Whenever I am real;

And though I may not have belief
That decision is my own,
It must be Lord for we Are ONE,
And Your's is "not alone";

Belief in Love or Ego,
Is what is asked today,
So take His hand and lift yourself
Another rung this way;

You will look down at some point,
And see the world retreat,
& fear of loss may capture you
oh Ego smells so sweet;

The Ego's fear of loosing,
Depends on one belief,
That you must loose for Me to win,
For "heaven has one seat";

We think that Spirit punishes,
That God does seek revenge,
He threw us from the garden
And we now run, avenge;

But it's a story all made up
That God's not Love for me,
And he awaits but our return,
From dreams that can not be;

Another thought to let go,
To see instead God's Love,
To melt in Him, His Sweetness,
To be His One Sweet Son;

Atonement says I'm dreaming,
Of loss, & guilt, & sin,
That my beliefs are rooted,
In secret dreams unseen;

That Ego thinks alone is he,
(he's cut off from the All);
by virtue of his creation,
Believes in Sin -the fall.

so we live now in double lives,
on earth which is made up;
Yet still with God in Paradise,
But this is covered up;

So realize that we are One,
No sin keeps us from God,
By forgiving illusions which were made,
To hide the real, the Son;

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