Your soul knows your every thought.
It knows what you do to delay your evolution,
to keep yourself from ultimately involving.
You say you're involved, yet your soul knows
Whether it's revolution, or the usual convolutions.
Your soul knows every turn of the leaf
As some inner cell senses the window inside prison
Which faces the sun of growth and of budding.
Your soul knows.
Turning over a new leaf, or just rolling
In the same old clover? Is it luck,
Or is it the focus of happenstance's
From your circumstances
From what you stand for, outstanding?
Inside, there is a platform
Where looking up, you are seeing within,
Where what you do without stems from
The growth in darkness, like a seed about to sprout
Or an embryo forming. Your soul knows
What it actually means to let go,
What it actually means to be evolving.
You scatter you run you keep your days so busy
and full-ish.
But your soul knows
That only in emptiness is wisdom received,
When you aren't so full of yourself, yet
Are ready to be a genuine fool!
Step off now into the unknown.
Embrace the void, that place
Where you have no control
Like your life
You thought it was your own karma
But the vehicle of the Universe was driving
Long before God placed you as another fool
In the driver's seat. So there you go
Racing to a red light,
Wondering where you're going
to get some more green.
You keep yourself entangled and intrigued,
Hypnotized and italicized to what you believe
Is so critical for the goodies in your basket.
But your soul knows.
Life is no picnic,
But it is a walk in the woods
And they are dark and deep
And the path is heavy with the crushing snow
of procrastination. Freezing, there's oil
To keep your motor running, but what does it matter
If your idle is on overdrive? Your soul knows
That whether or not you accept that there is a greater
Driver than your own spinning wheels,
The time will come when you will be forced
To leave your old motor home knocking and missing,
Sputtering along some wintry road, and Spirit will take you
for an ultimate ride. The test drive is over
Your soul knows, God, does it know
And you see the road so much that
You don't see where you're going
Or even the signposts you pass a million times
Along these seemingly familiar tracks.
Your soul knows
Every thought, every word. Every action
Every deed and misbegotten woeful loss
Of faith, inaction, of breaking your contract
With grace. Your soul knows
The promises shattered
As well as the oaths silently kept without bragging.
And although you may holler and yell and curse
and swagger
Your soul needs only whisper
And in a small voice informs you
of the diamond crystal matrix
In the charcoal matrix of every matter.
This is a BBQ of your ego, my friend,
And what a feast for God and all the angels
As they get the treat of seeing all that seems valuable
Go up in smoke like incense to a seemingly indifferent God.
It's only the ego's of so many fools who have put their lives
in overdrive
And forgotten, momentarily, the lotus growing in stillness
In quietude upon some golden pond
Where egrets balance upon a single leg and focus
With perfect attention
The sight that nourishes those flowing wings.
You are not to fly aimlessly.
First practice stillness
And see the churning restlessness of the Universe
Reflected in the paradox of no motion at all.
You can still mislead your best intentions
and send them on a wild goose chase
But your soul knows how to spin the straw of clarity
Into a golden awareness, and out of this seeming coarse mind stuff
Is the illumination more illustrious than every hoarded gem.
Your soul knows that someday, maybe this moment,
You will see the allure of shadows for what they really are...
...mere cracks in the pure fireball of your radiant self :
Complete. Actualized. In union with understanding...
...grinning with all the effort you used to expend
Spinning your wheels in
"Variations on a Circle." Your soul knows.
It's fully cognizant that this suffering and pain are sun spots,
a fierce magnetic storm. And when you arise at last
From ashes of your transfigured self,
With every burning atom of what had caused
Your heart to scream flaming into a rainbow that
Singed and fired its every false conception into
Infinite grace, your soul knows
You are just a tattoo in time and space,
and this remarkable design
Is a burn on your ego mind situated
In order that you would come to know
Your exquisite firefly beauty trailblazing a liquid lit path
In the inky squid blackness of fright and despair,
Coming out on the other side
Coming out from this unending dark mysterious ocean
You've been visiting like a field trip gone on too long.
Summer camp is soon to be over. Your soul knows
The clear light that without agenda takes you as its guide
And together co-creates a new land and growing reason
For your handsome awareness reborn from smoldering ashes.
Your soul squeezes your hand
And you each hold one another
In embrace to a spiral staircase
Where your soul already has been waiting.
To share this throne of infinite awareness, without haughtiness.
To share in mirth and delighted playfulness beyond mere naughtiness.
It's a kingdom of consciousness, and ironically,
Your highness and majesty are not to enslave, but to set you free.
Your soul knows that in unaccountable love you are no longer ruled
by fears
Yet you are the just ruler of your own shining insights,
Beyond mere measure,
Beyond needy comparison,
Beyond your wish to be lauded or applauded.
Out of ashes into brilliance, your soul knows.
Back to your diamond lotus, your soul knows.
Shining as the morning star, that leads yourself
To the wisdom and enchanted delight
venturing home.
Your soul knows . . . and
Welcomes YOU Now.
(Copyright 2000 by Darius Gottlieb - No reproduction without express permission from the author)
