Showing posts with label Unworthiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unworthiness. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Unworthiness Error

Unworthiness Error

Oh sweat Ones, in your torments,
my heart is one with yours'
for We are all connected to
the Love, which is but yours;

It's given you, without a string,
for God, she smiles in you,
just let go of the thoughts that say
"unworthiness is you";

If error we did yesterday,
forgiven, yes are we !
for we did not know what we did
and in a dream, we be;

Now Jesus said this clever line,
I parrot now for you:
"forgive them, they are all asleep,
they know not what they do;"

So errors come from dreaming
of stuff that is not true:
that you are separate from Love,
and Love He hates you too;

Pretending that He loves you,
his back He turns away,
For joy is His to see you cry
He torments you this way;

Maybe a sacrifice or two,
will Love demand of you,
before He'll even listen to
your prayers of anger blue;

Oh maybe you don't go so far,
but think He'll seek revenge,
send you a sickness or the hives,
or ignore your pleas, pretend;

Pretending yes, but it is you
who plays this game torment
for Love He waits your answer
to his Joy of Grace beget;

Beget indeed, the answer,
let's melt into His Love
where not a thought will answer,
our mind silenced above;

For in the Presence of His Grace
no words will thus be said,
for light will come, replace,
the separate "me" instead.


Tin Man Memory

Tin Man Memory

I went to work for nine am
but things seemed different now,
I saw my work as rain you see,
"the wet" Tin Man allowed;
I knew if things seem heavy,
my fears were but the cause,
so I can look inside of me
and fix, yes solve-resolve;

for All is here connected,
in heart with you and me,
and nothing lacks-pretending
that Love is selective-free;

Selecting some, forgetting me,
is just another dream
that Love's not Love but hate dressed up
dreamed from low self esteem;

Deserving NO, expecting YES,
expecting punishment,
we dream this out in lives we play
at work, at home-regret;

Tin Man then said inside of me:
"I seem like emptiness
allowing all inside of you
Yet Love inside does bless;

For words do seem to hide the Truth
yet Truth is more than words,
and thoughts you have are littleness
disguising but your worth";

I smiled at Tin Man gently,
in a meadow where we met,
with Tin Man getting rusty
my heart with him was wet;

Work problems seemed to be so small
beside my friend's demise,
yet are we not like Tin Man here
with temporary lives?

And everything important seems,
is nothing lasting, so,
why worry, when it all will end,
our worry too, will go;

So what is left, to think about
if we are heading for,
the place of Love and Happiness,
hiding behind a door;

Just walk right in, to OZ today,
and end your pain, and free
your heart, to glow in holy light,
for Love there, you will Be.

At 4 o clock, time to go home
a day of work-torment...
not like the others in the past
my heart relaxed, not spent;

Alas will this rhyme ever end,
the mind always wants more,
It is a ripple of the thought
that God has shut the door;

So recognize the littleness
is but momentum of,
ten thousand years of wanting,
thinking that we were not Love.