Getting Off the Offensive

Sometimes I feel so offended by you brother,
By the fact you find me so offensive.
The 'fuck you' that it gives me,
and the desire to give it back.

Somewhere down it touches me,
In parts that feel deep and low.
But then when I see, the depth of ME,
It all just seems so shallow.

When I come to my senses & feel the Love,
The Love that has been given to both of us,
By our Mother and Father.
I turn my cheek, and let it burn through me, like a fiery wind.

Peace I desire.

So much so,

That I desire for you also.

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I’M SORRY.

PLEASE FORGIVE ME

THANK YOU

I LOVE YOU

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REPENT,
FORGIVE,
BE GRATEFUL
and
LOVE!

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These are the teachings of  Ho’oponopono.

These are the teachings of Jesus.

These are the teachings of the Wise.

The problem with the word 'Right'.

A right?

What is that?

Am I right in saying that it's something that is inalienable to me as a human being?

But what if someone else says they're right? Then where does that leave you?

Who is right and who is wrong?

Who's right is it to tell you? Who has that authority?

Don Miguel would say. there is no wrong and there is no right. There is only truth and lies. That's it.

And perhaps it's a problem, in todays society that people are not capable of facing their own lies and that this form of 'schizophrenia' resonates a geometric pattern through our society. In our case it seems that it's one of a pyramid. A power structure where all the power and energy seems to be funneled to the top. There is some kind of 'central power' that's been subverted. It is a trick of the mind and is reflected out into the world we see, in which most of us see a world of hierarchical and dominating structures, too difficult to comprehend for most of us (which only adds to the fear of such an awesome entity). Is it because we somehow are not able to take responsibility for our lives and our lies? From our lies have we not created a complex fabric, an apocalypse that covers our eyes, the eyes that are capable of seeing God, in truth, and in nature?

Is it not my right to Know the Truth so that I can be free from lies?

Now I remember

Now I remember,

Now I know why.

How I got here,

And for what I would die.

I work for my father, and HIM, ALONE.

I am a Keeper of the Earth.

This is MY home.

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A Wall of Frustration

It’s like a wall of frustration,

Built from karmic stone.

It’s like a cliff face,

The fall from which would shatter my bones.

Impossible it seems,

No matter how hard I try.

The more I press forward,

The more it attacks.

A vicious onslaught,

Without any slack.

The more I try.

The more I lack.

Maybe I'm wrong,

and it’s time to go back.

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Through the Eye of the Neil

Through your eyes,
I took what was yours.

Through mine,
It came freely to me.

You think I lie.
But do you even see I?

You think you are so wise.
Well it's not wise to think.

You choose to hate me.
But that's not me.
It’s just your choice,
That I’m free to let be.

I know you want me to feel your pain,
What I wonder, is why you think I don’t?

You believe your struggle, is so much worse than mine.
Cos how would I know anything, right?

So I must ask you then,
If you’re so wise.
Why can’t you see,
That I am you, and you are me?

For you, I hold a rite of passage.
For you, I hold a chance to be free.
For you I behold something to forgive.

For you, and only you,
can release yourself and be free.

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Dear Brother

Would it help?

If I admitted to you,
that I'm not happy,
with what I would wish,
to have already,
in this life?

I would like it now. That change.
That transformation.
That mind blowing experience, of feeling free.
And living in abundance.
With lots of monee.

How do I manifest it so quickly?
Are you the Guru that can help me see?
But really, who are you in my story?
And what do you know of my destiny?

I ask myself though,
why do you challenge me so?
Perhaps I fear going back,
to that land down under, that I only know.

I'm trying so hard,
yet you bring me doubts.
I wish in your eyes I could be doing better,
but I can't, because I'm doing my best.

It's not to say that I don't love you, but ...

When I'm in hell, I don't need you to add fuel,
but you can help me burn off that which don't feed me.

When I'm down, I don't need to be kicked.
however you can pick me up if you wish.

When I'm struggling, I don't need the extra weight,
although a little encouragement would be great.

When I'm feeling broke, I don't need to be torn apart,
and a little support would really go far.

Open your heart,
and lend me your ears.
There is a different experience,
out there to be shared.
And it's there,
whenever you care.

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