Family Home

Written by  on December 5, 2019 

A welcoming home wide open,
soothed by breezes breathing free.
Shaded with trees grown wise through the ages.
Illuminated with love learned and taught.
Founded on solid rock, grounded by eternal 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 gate
A home built to manifest
self evident truths we hold deep and dear.
Without action or reaction, all is well.
Thirsts quenched and eyes clear.
Each heartbeat pumping life and releasing fear.
From God’s essence we emerge
and in His sacred heart we forever remain.
Our minds expanding with a gentle urge.
Peace and passion supplanting lust.
Agape kisses proving 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.
Home to the Holy Sound,
Each moment we meditate,
We find yet another way
to release our weight
and carve for ourselves
a finer way to our final fate.
The earth turns with forgiveness.
Axis secure.
In this sacred moment,
paradise flashes.
Every supplication heard,
Every wish granted.
Every pain granted reprieve.
We are divined with our belief.
Inclusion confirmed with inquiry.
Every natural law proving equality
and omnipresent everlasting unity.
This highest view confirms and leaves no doubt.
Knowing with a sweet smile that
We all share a common source
– the Universal Mind.
There is never only me
and there is no other.
We are born of One, both father and mother.
We are returned all that we give.
Unlimited by the love we allow.
Our mind creating magic
always right here and right now
dissolving those lies which make us cry.
Our very thoughts
causes the Earth’s spin and
suspends the sky.
Wherever we focus, expansion.
The closer we look, the more we command.
Be it love we make or tears of regret,
the key to mastery is no secret.
but with righteous reason.
Lighting up the mind merits repeating.
In all ways we measure time. Treasure time.
A repeating chime.
Cyclical. Like desires. Like lack of desire.
Quantum, multidimensional. Revolutionary.
Always we return,
Singing every song with a joyful refrain.
All things possible reign.
Growing again golden grain.
Always we find
our family home resting inside,
never lost and forever free,
sharing the gift of eternity.
Rob Chavez

Category : Poems

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