I have to drop the weight of words
To know what Spirit says to me.
Free from spoken doctrine’s cords,
A whole new world is mine to see.
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Tag: Spirit
Inner Temple
I close my eyes, and I am there.
My temple is found everywhere.
Every time I look inside,
I find another place to hide.
Atop a mountain range, I sigh
And reach my hand to touch the sky.
I turn around, my altar shines
Within a hall of glass and lines.
In every place, each single day,
I know I can access The Way
By turning in and tuning out
The things which I can do without.
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Bonds
Those who refresh you
Are truly your family.
Cherish all such bonds.
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Untapped
Seeking brings frustration.
That need for new sensation
Brings the bitter truth to bear
That we’re but grasping at the air.
I’ve heard the Masters cry
That so long as there’s a Why,
We will remain in seeking trapped
While Spirit’s riches stay untapped.
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Sleeping Morn
In the dark, I find my peace.
My mind ignites, my stress released.
In the quiet of the sleeping morn,
I find my spirit is reborn.
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Make Space
Life lived with Spirit
Takes many wonderful forms.
Make space for each one.
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A Quaker Thought
Sacred things need not be named.
That which is “Other” won’t be tamed.
For all our words and practiced forms,
To none of it will G-D conform.
What’s best and all too challenging,
To sit and see what Spirit brings,
I think is what we all might need
To grow and from our pains be freed.
Drop Control
Inner Worship
The power is not in the form,
Though it does much meaning hold.
The altar is not what transforms,
Spirit cannot be controlled.
When there is found a seeking heart,
A soul pursuing the Real,
None can the truly Sacred thwart
Or the inward treasure steal.
