Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Dive in…
[Shhh…, this time ya’ gotta’ listen real close,
because this is the moment, your final chance.]
You know the drill, but cha’ gotta’ drill deeper this time.
So, let’s try this again a better way you can understand.
Going within, you’re only going deeper within yourself,
not some strange place, though you’ve never been there.
Let’s call it the dive meditation, but this time backward.+
Yes, picture yourself ‘standing’ in free space, no gravity,+
and every move you make will only have inertia you’ve given.
So, tilt your head back, close your eyes and lean back.
See yourself falling quickly deeper, enfolding within yourself.
It’s okay, you’re not going anywhere that’s not you, only
where you’ve never looked before, seeking deepest treasure,
treasure that is yours alone, no one elses, deep in your mystery.
Then remember, remember, because you’ve been here before,
just not this time, in this life, so relax, these memories
are yours alone. - So quiet yourself, and listen keenly,
probing this “new” place you knew before, forgotten.
And let me introduce you, to you, who and “where” you are,
deep within yourself, neither unwelcome nor daunting,
but only you, no one else. - Discover it now, or lose it…
in time’s murk of perception’s fog+, lying low against you.
You had to know it’s always been there within, waiting on you.
So, why haven’t you settled yourself to go within, in deep quiet
that lays waste to anything before you, including Pink Floyd’s
The Wall? - No need for trepidation, not toward within…
Pull out all the stops and dive, dive inward. - Lean backward,
eyes closed, knowing where you’re going, only closer to you,
“there” where you can finally remember all things forgotten,
things I’d forgotten myself, until I dove in deep and…
finally, finally, finally remembered all of love left behind, then,
yes, then when my soul slept, waiting for transmigration, here,
here to help you, among many seekers of truth and nothing less,
which this world cares nothing at all for…, though beyond gold,
deeper than gold, its treasure far beyond enough to enrapture you,
even unto the gates of heaven itself, if you sharply keen for truth…,
and nothing less. - *selah*+
--RK, 12:02amEST, 1/8/2015 — New Format: 1/9/2016
…too many left behind, lost already…, within unknown.

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