The Final Step Preface
This is my concluding step. Two years ago, I took the first step. I awoke at dream’s insistence and wrote the first of a thousand poems and odes, all received in similar fashion and written by my untrained hand. Nine blank journals filled with stories of love, mind, paradise, and absurdity. The “love and paradise” part is certainly straightforward and causes little censure among the open-hearted. Yet some take issue with the grappling of the mind and the revealing and uprooting of the absurdities that constitute our most basic assumptions.
Despite a world that continually uses those absurdities to deny love, Heaven, and the reality of a non-physical mind, I defy anyone to reject love. You might as well sever your hands as you serve yourself as to deny the essence of true life. Life is certainly not worth the living if not for the unifying presence of love. Yet some may still fear it. They may shy away from its depth. Yet we all seek it as savior, albeit as popular country fare states, in all the wrong places.
Within the rubble of the world’s odious walls that I seek to tear down, I hope you will find freedom. In these words I offer, I pray you may take heart. For if the material life has offended thee, let it be known it is false and cannot obviate love. One, and only one, reality truly exists. We have chosen to ignore its glimpse. Instead, we have opted for the world’s offer of its insanity soup; constituted of death, poverty, violence, and discord.
So I write this one last book of tales, hoping you will agree, praying for truth recognition and all that it will bring. Bear with me, this one last time, as I bow to your pleasure and present some final rhyme. It may or may not tickle your fancy. It may or may not remind you of your sacred Home. But if you dare to read on, you may find your soul rearranged. Taken apart and reassembled in grace, you may just find yourself headed in a different direction.
May our Father bless us all and may we never leave His Sight. May we arrive Home at last, finally getting it right. Namaste and Godspeed, my sister/brother. Someday, we all end up on the ultimate threshold and take that final step to redemption. Let us set our bearings together and travel its passage in less lonely terms.
A Realm of Endless Stock
Enter the realm of knowledge
The Mind without a frame
A point of reference so vast
Eternity and it are the same
No analysis, no calculations, no fee
Nothing to figure out
No place to look for answers
To questions of what about…
You simply know
That is all
There when you need it
Preventing all falls
It sure is a lot easier
When certainty exists
To know what is needed
To need not insist
On nuclear responses
On keys to doors unlocked
There is nothing to acquire
In a realm of endless stock