Ascension Poetry

[Beardedsage]

Paths amongst the mire
The sight ingested is the knowing of winged views*
Divergence of realities manifest
Where flowers stems are translucent*
Mingling with the high and low
Forms like shadows standing before lights truth
The balancing of the final act amongst the play of plays*

Branches arcing the rooted origins*
Winds shift the throw of times space calling you slowly up.....
Bubbles within a spherical blend of illusion.

[EcyaC]

Synchronicity reminds us, there is only God's way.
You should know every moment is just a part of his play.

'Now' is a moment, in time, sculpted like a piece of clay.
Chaos cannot be found, when looked for in the light of day.

Harmony is something which cannot, ever, go away.
Reality is an illusion, despite what some say.


Once upon a time, there was a reason for me to pray.
Now I can sense everything is, always, going okay.

I am constantly reminded, nothing is meant to stay.
Could this be what synchronicity tries most to portray?

It seems to, mostly, hint great changes are now underway.
There has to be a reason everything seems to decay...


You think, maybe, we are meant to be like the color gray?

[Beardedsage]

Fell through the eye piece magnifying all
Trailing the trawl of paths*
Met with the jugglers pose
Over and out*
Through and before
This make of time marking circles of centers*
To know the powers name that the branch forms towards
To not tell it's voice from veiled words
Met again the jugglers pose
Whispers are the blowing horn
Moved like spinning planets at views from dusted plains*
Collecting flow like rivers of purpose
Purpose arching now ....*
Call out to veins master.*

[Beardedsage]

Seeing sight sort the sound of synchronistic stems, staying the sanctums strings succinctly , saving the stray of the source and storing the suggested spacial selection, starving the saturation of the systemic surrounds ,
Stare at the silence of the stars

[rosepaleblue]

Wow, there all so wonderful. Thank all of you so much for sharing.
<3 Shannon

[Beardedsage]

1- A question leads to a thought.

2- A thought leads to a question.

3-A question leads to an idea.

4-An idea leads to a question.

6- A question leads to an open mind*

7- A question with thoughts of ideas and an open mind leads to the answers.

Moral=You may wait for answers that you will never understand, the answer is ultimately the question.
The development of your higher consciousness to become aware of the truth.

Given answers before point 1 removes the developmental understanding, removes the ears that listen to their own voice.
Our navigating development removed... Lost with the knowledge that can not be supported.*

This the purpose of this plane of existence... The duality is the formula of the sum.
The veil that surrounds you tests your ear.*

[Beardedsage]

Skin fading into depths of transition ,
Causation the posterior of its effect.
Vision clasping sight,
Listening underlying it all.
Your mind ascending what is known to be known,
The heart shifting the maxims of feeling,
Transcending reality.
Beyond your realms constructed,
Winged extensions of fingered words*
Imagined worlds,
Tactile forms flowing throughout your mind,
Giving a form to the unseen ... The wonder of that Which is beyond us.

[Beardedsage]

Change circulates within the currents of every being,
The body of bodies shifts reactively,
Takes the whispers of want into walking actuation,
Transitioning the transition transcendentally,

Change walks now...
* * *
* * Silently casting it's shadow
* * * * * * To the minds eye,

Listen...

* * * * Listen...

Within and with-out its moving you and all. *

[Rosa]

AscenSion, That I AM Uncertain ov
AS-TO How it-workes, NONETheLess
The-Soules CallEths teMe. My Soule. . .
Sends LoveEth MyWay.

Eth-it LikeEth Ye-MeanETH.

♥SeCOYRa SerPente.

[Beardedsage]

This is no poem, but some wisdom of words none the less from my inner travels.

Find the solidity of inner peace,
like a self sustaining ship, rather then letting the ship be out of control at the reactive mercy of the ocean and the elements.

Choose to be the captain, not a passenger... and adjust your sails and take hold of your rudder.

The course of life sets the compass pointing onwards into a destination that matters not, the direction is the only way to arrive.

The sailing of your ship others may not not control, a dependency on others leaves the helm empty, and in troubled waters impossible to support.

Know that storms will come, your rig may fail, the wind may not blow sometimes... But this happens to every vessel sooner or later, it's as true as the breath in your lungs and plays it's part in the appreciation of the destination.

We must all stay at the helm, sail in the direction of our inner choosing and show those we love that which is most important... That all direction, happiness, and the attainment of the destination, sits within the hands of the masters of the ship. MF