FREEDOM FROM DISEASE

O, Radiant Light...

Blessed is he that strengthens his body, O, Lord...
With your spirit and presence in his heart...
Made by your hand Dear Lord, from dust...
May we remember our immortal nature...
This thing we call disease is but our own creation...
The thought of sickness exist only in our mind...
It is only our heart that has plagues of pain...
Guide us, O, blissful splendour...
Help us back toward our eternal form...
Remind us of our imperishable seat, O, Lord...
Our faith in this seat makes us whole...
Rising from the earth to the light...
May all your splendid forms free us...
May all your forms dormant in us come alive...
May we never force them to sleep again...
O, Lord make our foreheads adamant again...
For, no hand heals better than your own...
May we know only your remedies my Lord...
Tis in our heart where all tools lay...
Thank you Lord...


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COMPASSION, COMPASSION

O, Holy Sustainer...

Blessed are we to experience this creation...
Blessed are we to feel your living word...
Teach and remind us dear Lord...
That others know not your beauties...
That others know not your ways...
That others know not of you in them, O, Lord...
Purify our hearts so that we may guide them...
Open our understandings to their pains...
Let their sufferings be our own...
Let us help ourselves as we help them...
For our ignorgance of their pains, O, Lord...
Tis the ways of the wicked and sinful...
Help us abandon our selfishness...
Guide us away from our foolish behaviour...
May we remember that we are all One...
May we share in that oneness gracefully...
May we all vibrate in unison blissfully...
Leaving our judgements asunder...
Let there be Peace: In and around, forever...


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THE HIPPOCAMPUS

The doubtful Self was murdered...
Fearlessly eternal...
The ragged body...
Carried off by the Holy River...
The sweet smell of burning flesh...
Not a prayer was needed...
Introduced to the Farmer...
He taught me the craft...
Introduced to the Mother...
She held my hand...
She taught the man to be vulnerable...
She taught the man to care for the sprouts...
Destroyed I was by past doubts...
A fool with my mouth...
Twas my speech that caused this seahorse to drown...
Killing all the babes long ago...
She rescued me...
Coagulating my fluids to restructure my brain...
Memories of the past returned...
As if I never left...
A relegated feeling of something akin to a moment...
I did not know of my death...
Formed from the ash of His fire...
The sage of Light exhaled...
The vibration blown into me...
Remembering now how to see...
I'm back in the seat of the raft...
No wind, yet an ocean flow...
A cupful of patience...
The eyes roll back in...
I now remember...
Remembering is for the fool...


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