Transmutation Riddles & Poems

Dead End

What if fighting a state
Is reacting to a state
Which continues to perpetuate
The state we wish to escape?

 

That is indeed a catalyst! But is it enough to wake the snake?

 

Infernal or Eternal?

When working in the business of identification
Which creates a firm foundation?
Is it faith in ephemeral thoughts and feelings
Or faith in awareness of being?

 

That is a great question !
"Man finds that, after numberless years spent in the belief of being man he has so completely forgotten his true identity that he is now incapable of absorbing the revelation (of his real identity) all at once."

 

Nice to Meet You

Pleased to meet you my friends,
My name is Satan
The game I play
Is avoiding illumination
When you identify with emotions
You set me in mechanical motion
Grasping at thoughts and feelings
You sabotage your own dear healing
If in ignorance you choose to dwell
You'll continue to direct sexual energy to hell
You can deny my existence
As much as you like
But the the fact is, I'm in your life
You might say that's not true
But look at how many times
I've beaten you

 

Thanks for posting that poem. Those lands of unimaginable potential are beckoning. Can we get ourselves out of the way?! What if doubt and thinking of instead of thinking from are all that’s holding them back from becoming a living reality in our lives?

 

You have clearly done a lot of deep research, especially for someone so young. So much of our issues seem to spring from childhood and adolescence. We could add that they go back much further than that.
I’m starting to think that true worship of the Creator means being present 100% of the time. How easy it is to say that! Old habits die hard.

 

Re-Minder

The art of self-remembrance
Puts a brake on the decadence
Of compulsive indulgence
Born from ignorance

 

No Entry

How can reactivity
Enter the eternal moment’s serenity?
It can only exist stuck fast
To the bubbling well
Of the past

 

Presence

The abode of the sun
Treasure house of redemption
When I AM reigns over me
The evidence of my senses
Gives way to Thee

 

Faith in Presence

If we had faith
In the inner kingdom
We could earn that
Elusive freedom
One day this reign of doubt
Will be burnt to the ground
By a dragon who was trapped
In a realm called “React”
Until he was given some I AM medicine

 

Arise and Vanish

The tyrant of self-doubt
A husk burnt out
A switch of attention
Internal revolution

 

Thanks so much for your kind comments.
I have to admit it’s a lot easier to write these “poems “ than to live them. Well, I guess that’s the way it should be.