The Hermit

I sat under a tree and prayed to thee,
For some one to come and set us free,
I did not know that it would be me.

For who can change this world we have created,
The soul so divine it keeps me elated,
The inner BEING that became so frustrated,
Loneliness grew as I watched the world fated,
To greed and corruption so unrelated.

It was the voice of a hermit so far,
Hiding away in his tiny jar,
A home he made in a far away place.
Ignoring the rest at this crazy race.

These people are mad he thought to himself,
They steal everything from the top of the shelf,
Taking from others to feed their desire,
Material goods that keep them on fire.
All the things that they must acquire,

The more that they have the more to let go,
Like running around in dark blackened snow,
Falling face first into all that they show,
All that it needs for the ego to grow,

That is not them it is their ego you see,
The one that stops them from becoming free,
To have and to hold the immortal tree,
And knowing what life can truly be,
Free of all this insanity.
My dreams I awaken for all to see,
Changing this life that I call me.

I have few wants and little desire,
There is nothing that I must require,
Freedom to choose is all I ask,
And that is but a simple task,
Look within and you will find me,
Sparking the life to set you free,


Let go of the madness that keeps you embalmed
The shackles and chains that your ego command,
Know its not you that holds you back,
And climb right off the stretching rack,
Now is the time for it is here,
To find the one that you so fear.

To know thyself is a daunting task,
Speak to yourself is all I ask,
For who could judge you if it is not you,
To open up to that which is true,

There can be no separation in a conscious mind,
And that is the truth that you must find,
Within yourself all answers dwell,
Free thyself from tortured hell.

The light shines bright in the darkness of night,
Opening up to your birth right,
Giving and sharing all that delight,
Opening up to the one that is caring,
Giving in to all that is daring,
Opening up to the one on the right,
Giving in to the fear of a tear
Opening up to the flight of the light,
Giving in to all that is night,

Cage it not but set it free,
That tiny whisper you call thee.

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Namaste... Henry... HOO
 
There is but one law, the law of one. All else is speculation. Deduction and induction, reason and intuition have there place but will always lead to a simple ultimate truth, ALL IS ONE. Nature can not be separate in any “form” other than the 3d illusion that is the creation of consciousness on a cosmic scale. What is real is not to be seen with the eyes alone, the senses of the physical man, but the savouring of such delights, to appreciate the senses the artist must commune with that which is around him. By smelling a rose, painting a picture, writing a song, maybe a poem, what ever is your bag. To create through artistic inspiration is how it all began, for what is art but forever creation, all is art, be your own creator…