When things get too heavy, you learn to let go.
Observe God being God
Every is in harmony and nothing is dead.
When a tree is fully grown
It’s to be hewed down
When a fruit fully develops
It departs from that which it came
And returns again in a new form
Be in no rush to be the tree that is chopped down
Or the fruit that departs from the vine
For if theirs was eternal life in those things
Nothing new would come after it
At tree rises to fall
Great is that fall
For you knoweth not the day nor the hour
Nothing can come into being of its own
If you abandon the will of the father
You’ve lost the father
Love that which is true and righteous
When you eat, you eat to feel nothing
You work throughout the day
Until you sleep and when you sleep you feel nothing
You quench your thirst to feel nothing water taste like nothing
Nothing is the goal, yet it is also the starting point
Your purpose is this world is something you wish to accomplish between birth and death
So it timed and precise
You live to see it accomplished
Or it dies with you as a dream
Silence must be death
Stillness must be death
Being alone must be death
As long as you abides in God’s love
You are live
Dead things consume that which is dead
When your are truly alive breathe deeply
Be still
Be silent
Be alone
Give all your awareness to the life inside of you
The one within
That needs no food
No water
Nobody
But you
That stream of eternal life that flows through you
God knows those pastures
Because he dwells there
He remembers those who where thirst and came and drank
And he did not prevent them
He remembers those who where hungry and allow them to eat
And he prevent them not
Even though they didn’t own the fields which they were
Love the creator
And and all creation will adore you.
Observe what’s right
Then you’ll know what’s right
When you know what’s right
You’ll love what right
When you love what’s right
You’ll do what’s right
When you do what’s right
You’ll be right
And others will come far and wide
To observe you and see your light
There’s a beauty in one who has let go of the things of this world for they rest truly in God’s hands
And to let go they are like a kid who stands in the trees and jumps into the hands of their father who catches them.
Poetry in Motion 