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Heartspeak

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A crowded subway station
Trains arrive from every direction
Non-stops, locals, orange line, blue
Bombarded, overrun is the station

imageThe nightly news
Three people shot
A new strain of a new virus
Contention, disarray, discomfort
A world overrun with thoughts
Begging to be heard

A lifetime of sensations
Images, memories, scents, judgments
Write with squeaky chalk on the blackboard
Speak out of turn and in

All these voices clamor
Join on the crowded platform
The trains arrive, depart, arrive

But behind the veil of chaos’s call
Whispers the quiet child of the heart
The truest truth, the real and flowing beauty
Words of peace, and love

This Morning

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I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song

You woke this morning
I breathed you a breeze
You woke this morning
I sang a gentle song

I woke this morning
Heard your unspeakable name
I woke this morning
And would never be the same

You woke this morning
I smiled as I called your name
You woke this morning
We will never be the same

I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And felt the Spirit’s pull

You woke this morning, child
And caused me to smile in delight
You woke this new morning
What a glorious and wondrous sight

This is a poem from my brand new book, Lessons from the Universe – Poems of Enlightenment.

It’s available now on Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/Lessons-Universe-Enlightenment-Stevie-Robison/dp/1453815740/

Love and giggles,
Stevie

The Three Voices

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Chaotic dreams of the psychotic darkness
spill into this bright and beautiful new day.
“Why are there so many conflicting thoughts
and desires? Why can’t I make them go away?”

“Peace is in the eternal Mind of God.” I hear
myself with such wisdom and conviction. Yet
another voice, clear and present, also beckons
me thus “I need to be heard. I need to be
loved. I need to be filled. I need to understand.”
These needs, these requests, these demands,
seemingly reasonable and innocent, are the
reason for my lapses of peace.

“Show me the light of true wisdom, Father.”
I hear, unsure, which of the two voices
this time is speaking. Perhaps, on the other
thought, it is another voice. Three voices,
three conflicting sets of wants and needs.
The child needs; the Self knows; the
negotiator tries to make sense of it all.

“The negotiator has the final say. The
negotiator is the home of free will. Choose
well and with much care. Hear the others,
yes, and then, choose well and with
much care.”

Breathing

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I woke up early this morning. Just before 4 a.m. It’s still dark outside. Everything is quiet and peaceful and at rest…

Breathing inward
Air over the lips
Across the teeth and tongue
Pulling it deeply into the chest
It feeds the soul
Renews the heart
Closing eyes
Looking deep within
Divinity shining
Love’s perfect home

Breathing out
Slowly opening eyes
Slight smile appears
Pushing the air out into the room
Reaching out to the edges
Looking out the window
Life’s potential
In the young hours of a new day
In the dawning synchronicity
Of a bright promise

Breathing in again
Feeling the beauty
Of the amazing potential
Of this breath
Of this day
Of this child
Gazing out the window
Gazing deep within

Breathing out

Breathing in

And smiling

Gates of Hell

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Entering again this forest
Ancient chill filling the dawn
While just beneath the surface
Bubbling heat rages on

Child of endless wonder
Smothered by deception and pain
Sucking in warm putrid water
Misery strikes once again

Mumbling softly in the dim
Alone in the rising new smell
Welcome to the loss of your sanity
Nearing the rusted gates of hell