Family Home

Written by  on February 23, 2019 

A welcoming home wide open,
soothed by breezes breathing free.
Shaded from trees grown wise through the ages.
Illuminated with love learned and taught.
Founded on solid rock, grounded by thought.

All paths lead to this peaceful place.
A destination of refuge, salvation and grace.
Warmed by the hearth, abundant bread.
No one denied entry, no one arrives late
Gently we are guided through the garden gate.

Manifesting this very moment
self evident truths we hold so dear.
Without action or reaction, all is well.
Our eyes see present and clear.
Each heartbeat releasing fear.

From God’s essence we emerge
and in His sacred heart we remain.
Our mind breathing deep.
Peace and passion supplanting lust.
Agape kisses sealing trust.

The floor beneath us drops.
Our feet they hang.
We look up –
the roof is gone.

The roof is gone.
We are directly connected
to the Divine.

Thanks to the Holy Sound,
Each time we meditate,
We find a finer way
to release our weight
and carve for ourselves
an immaculate fate.

The earth turns with forgiveness.
Axis secure.

In this sacred moment,
paradise flashes.
Every supplication
granted us.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Free by choice.
We are One by our belief.
Inclusion proved with every inquiry.
Natural law  providing equality
and omnipresent everlasting unity.

This point of view confirms no doubt.
Knowing with ease a sweet smile,
We all share a common source
– the Universal Mind.

There is never only me
and there is no other.
I am always One with another.

All that we give is returned at once.
Every instant love allows.
Our minds create magic
right here and right now
dissolving the lies that make us cry.
Our very thoughts
causes the Earth to spin
and suspends the sky.

With every focus, expansion.
Be it love we make or tears of regret,
the key to mastery is no secret.

Repetitious?
Perhaps, but with righteous reason.
Lighting up the mind merits repeating.
In this way we measure time.
A repeating chime.
Cyclical. Like desires. Like lack of desire.
Quantum, multidimensional. Revolutionary.

Returned at last
century twenty-first.
All things possible reign.
Golden grain growing again.

We come to find
our family home
as we love for eternity.
Always here and forever free.

Rob Chavez
2015

Category : Poems

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