Poems by T.R. Stone

  the heartmind’s traveler

  the soul
  is never truly lost
  as the real goods
  are never really damaged,
  the real relations
  never truly broken,
  and our real appointments
  are in all ways forever kept

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  before giving
  be forgiving
  and so simply
  be for giving

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  evolution spelled backwards
  is actually four words:
  no “it” (yo) u (we) love;
  it is no “it” that we love
  who began us, loving…

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 this world is truth
 swaddled in illusion
 for it is always being born

 to know and love this child
 is to be a free man or woman
 or child

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 let us R.I.D. ourselves:
 Relax, Intuit, Do it

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God of our hearts
master within
speak unto self
wisdom begin…

teach us to love
lovingly serve
being this breath
of the infinite Word

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bluebirds pause
sipping their own reflections
from an apparent azure sky…

the bowl comes clean
so swiftly
when not left to harden

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when we deny anything or any one
we are denying what and who we are together

the lover’s understanding is to gather
only to give way to the lovers’ understanding
which is the only heaven that we may fully know
and share in but not of this Earth

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fewer roads, more trails
fewer words, less sales
larger minds, bigger hearts
more completion from the start

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a spiritual economy

amongst the rise of hothouse flowers
the fall
of humankind en masse
into chaotic teenage
or into re-birthing
for some that’s all the rage,
but the truly new is ever now
and the newly true
is written on every page
for us to know and let go
and be the actor
as well the sage
it’s our willing, humble, “imperfection” together
which alone returns us all to
our living, perfect wage

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to love
and know we are loved
being bared of all parting desires
sets full sail our relation ships
with the vertical axis and friend
who first and last invites us all
to become this free-moving cross
whose compass rose now grows
horizons wide as the sky in possibility
and resolute as can be in feeling-purpose

our infinite source “above”
our fathomless ground “below”

do we dare let our spirits’ response be?

the healing-over of time’s shipwrecking sea
into our beings’ feeling transparent we

our truths without our God’s love
expressed through truly touching
one another
doesn’t mean a blessed thing

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lovers are teachers to whom
all hearts aspire
tending the gift they are given;
gardeners whose earth is fire
growing the vine of trust
which marries all desire
into one who is Life eternal
transcending each birth and pyre
what then is left for we to fear?
save the little-self will that would
make of both God and nature liars

only we can make ourselves feel so small
denying the infinity we all do share
and deeply know is our one true sire

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the most vulnerable person is one who
believes he or she has no choice in life
but to pretend invulnerability….

forgetting for a time that this Is so
for all of our one true self in Spirit

these kinds of Self-forgetful persons
seemingly all around and even on tv

do ask our deepest love and compassion
with no addition of any unkind viewing of
‘hells’ they may ‘I’-magine to be theirs’;
for preaching same as ‘all our just desserts’

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life may or may not be set-up so that each person’s dream
appears to be his or her’s alone,
but the source of all dreaming is by any and all
sane estimate…

much less our knowing our One Source to Be….
unimaginably/intimately connected-with-us-all

if we will surrender, not to our ‘I’-mages of my one to ‘your’ or ‘an’
other being or power,
but by our perfectly human intuition that we all ever have known:

we will begin to know our apparent differences;
not as threats,
but as priceless invitations to Life

we each and all are freely ever given One another without fear of same’s
ever ‘being lost’
by or to any one of us
in any games of chance

which may still pretend we  have need for this sad, “I”-chronic child’s play of ‘being dead’ or waking-up endlessly into same child’s game still playing seemingly upon almost all of our inner and outer living room screens

in modern situations, given our means to unkindly
seeming ends,
appearing to many or most of us as:
being-chaotic…
feeling-senseless far beyond our collective human memory and aged analogies any father may take us
seemingly away by the astral-glide from this Self

knowing:
we can become ourselves more practically than ever before
accepting our peaces within and more and more
with our next door neighbors, friends and enemies
alike,
to See inviolate this diamond-faceted face shining through every mask and style of armor we have all
put ourselves and one another on with from time to time in our pasts

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is our swaddling time together gone for good at last?
the relatively few brothers and sisters of our race
who’ve gained the maturity to See face-to-face

do we hear Them now calling on Us to embrace?
even as we may ever call on Them to share with Us all
God’s completely possible
and most truly Self satisfying grace

T.R. Stone works as a Self Help center manager for adults with mental illness diagnoses in some east coast state of mind or another these days.  He may be reached at agape4usall@optonline.net