Fwd: When?

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Dearest Friends,

 

A friend at Eric's forum offered this poem today, and i, being so

filled with the longing to roll into his Beauty, have interjected

more of the Song of One -

 

 

When?

 

When will the sounds

of clashing swords

be replaced by love songs

sung by troubadors?

 

 

....The Sound of the one dying

Is the Sound of One Death Dying

and Lifting into ItSelf as Life.

Love lifts the idea of any pain,

of any sense of being hurt.

No trouble come to stay,

they never stay or stick

where the Triumphant Troubador

Stands and sings!

 

 

 

Every day, on

battlefields, throughout

the land, the soft spot

in mens' hearts is pierced,

and love songs,

yearning to be heard,

never pervade....

 

 

....This "i" is the field of battle,

and the land is the Heart and Soul.

Let me plunge my Love-Tongue

into that Heart-Mouth you have!

Softly Swirling the Light

like some Perfect Peace as Primal Passion,

the yearning is heard as a Sigh.

The Presence of the Beautiful One

Pervades All things,

all actions and non-actions,

all Life and all Death.

Loving Love as all things,

all experiences and all times,

Beauty Breaks across the Horizon of "I" -

The Self Alone Stands in the midst

of wars and the ending of wars...

 

 

the silence of the grave.

When will the battles

for power end,

and the songs

of love prevail?

Lord....

 

 

....In the Utter Stillness of Silence,

The Soul lifts from the last grave,

the last tomb of forgetfulness

and Love Lifts the Stone and Reveals

as Rembrance

Who We really Are

and What we have always Been -

 

The LoveSong of the Most Exquiste Beauty!

Eternity prevails over limitation.

Power and Powerplays dissolve in the Glance

of the Most-Powerful One!

 

 

may the songs

of the gallant

troubadors,

replace

the ceaseless

clashing of

tempered swords.

 

 

....Never been gone, never left!

The Gallantry Gallows

will hang every head like a bell.

Ringing out the Ceaseless Sound

of Love cutting the Illusion

with Manjusri's Sword of Knowing,

of Knowing We Are the Song -

 

The Clashing Swords turn into Cymbals,

Two Tempered Instruments as OneHeart!

OneHeart of Endless Laughter Leaping,

Leaping like a Shams-Deer into the Light!

 

 

Peace,

Doug

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie