Finding the Twelve (Becoming the Thirteen)

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Upon awakening,
Not with my body, but with my soul
When the sunrise not only painted yellow
The gray belly of the clouds but also exposed
That beauty in the darkest of my day.

What miracle must dislodge me from this holding cell
As I live on the edge of one life ready to jump ‘cross a chasm
To the next? What miracle allows me to bid goodbye to so many past lives
Refusing to crossover, their reminders lining my way like polite ghosts
That excuse themselves when I accidentally bump into them?

Finding the twelve, yes, as that will make me the thirteen. I look for them
In the soft eyes of those patient ghosts: I’ve told them that they won’t
Be coming along except in nostalgic memories held in now fading pictures
Of people, places, and things of lives I’ve finished living so long ago.

Rising from my soul’s bed, I set out to find the twelve like jurors
Picked to judge all my life up to this point: See them sitting on their chairs?
The Father, The Son, The Mother, The Fool? See them given absolute
Judgment of all I was as they alone determine all I will ever be
From their daily verdicts onward?

Twelve I need walking into my life in perfect order,
A most rewarding combination to unlock all my potential
And free me from my darkest delusions of self-doubt and worry:
I need them to march in as six perfectly-matched couples
Though I know that all will be as it must be I pray, indeed,
That they will be exactly as I know, exactly as I predicted,
Exactly as they should march down that aisle in the chapel
To be wed on a special day that only the twelve and I know about,
Making me the thirteen.

Do you know those perfect twelve pairing into a perfect six,
Making me the thirteen? Such worlds beyond math transmutating
With chanting: I find such solace here upon awakening building
In hope that such an evolution would ripple through my consciousness
As it upends my corporeal world on this day that must be the day when
Miracle of miracles takes place and I am accelerated even faster
The rocket that I am and have been and will always be.

See, thirteen is the number of death, of change, of revolution, of moving on,
Of moving beyond all that was and is no longer but has still managed to find its way
Around my soul like tenacious vines intertwined and permeating my being.
Death to this time, to this waiting life will come and is coming though will not
Announce itself until I have found those twelve and have myself become the thirteen.
Then the endings will end, the beginnings will begin, and the waiting life
Will become nothing more than another hovering ghost offering polite excuses.

© 2017 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved
Photo: Curve in Winter Rain (Liberty, PA 1/12/17)

Too Much Hatred (Goin’ On)

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Too much hatred
Goin’ on,
Too many fingers
Being pointed,
Too few mirrors
Being looked into:
Too much hatred
Goin’ on.

Too much of this you and me,
Too much of this us and them.
Too much fear,
Too much loathin’
Dirtying up the sunrises
Messing with the rainbows.

Too much dogma
Being spouted,
Too much minds
Being closed
And locked away
By our own keys.

Too much evil
Goin’ on,
Being given
Too much power.

Too many walls
Being built,
Blocking our evolution
As instead we crouch
In fear and hatred and blame.

Too much reacting
Instead of being,
Too much judging
Instead of loving.
Too much excluding
Instead of evolving:
Too much hatred
Goin’ on.

The Angels
Weep for us
With our false thirst for rage
And self-righteous indignation
Fueling these empty wars
We wage against long ago brothers
Who are suddenly our enemies.

Listen!
The Angels are singing:
Stop!
Be!
Love!

Let their song
Be your song.
Let their song fill
Your troubled heart,
Let it nurture
Your fragile soul,
Melt your fear
And erase this hatred
Goin’ on.

Namaste.

© Copyright 2016 by John David Higham

Picture: Windfall Sunset (July 2016)

The Succubus

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Think
I
Encountered
A succubus today,
She
Sampling my nurturance,
Then
Taking hostage The Empress
And
Giving back
Hostility
When I asked
Her
To respond
In
Kind.

I
Sent
Us both love,
Healing,
And The Angels…

 

Bliss

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When you are living beyond your soul
Being nourished by the Light of The Angels,
Walking beyond your legs
Thinking beyond your brain
And feeling with your every cell;

When your spirit is electric
Sparks flying throughout your aura,
Magic is your breath
Passion is your blood
And fearless love is your vibration;

When you become art
After sloughing off useless layers,
Embracing pure healing energies
And others flow through your presence
As equals glowing throughout;

Then you have embraced bliss
And become the laughing Buddha
In each moment you sojourn
In the waking and dream worlds.

Embrace and carry bliss;
Scatter its seeds on humanity’s soil
Again and again and again…

A Gathering Storm at Sunset

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A gathering storm at sunset greeted my return to my distant home,
The sun given only the slightest piece of sky as darkened clouds
Settled across the hillside, itself shorn of its crops;
All in anticipation of a cold damp rain that invited memories
Of past vibrant fall days rapidly yielding to harsh winters.

My mailbox, earlier filled by the postman in his battered jeep
Now occupied my attention as I made my way through offers, bills, and magazines
Ignoring the magical art The Universe was busy painting on the horizon
Until the piercing light flowed from hilltop to my colorblind eyes.

My lap full of mail, I slowly guided my car away from the end of the drive
And saw the gathering storm at sunset not only with my eyes and heard its few
Heavy rain drops not only with my ears, but disembarked from my vehicle
And became one with it as I experienced the magic of The Universe.

Breaking Gravity (Breaking Drag)

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Held down by our heaviness,
The drag of our inertia,
The weight of our fears,
The burden of our baggage,
We stay tight to our world.
We fight to remain not only grounded
But so firmly attached to our idea of life
That movement is impossible.

In the laws of spiritual metaphysics,
Propulsion and lift
Overcome
Gravity and drag.

Propel, propel, propel!
Allow yourself
To
Be propelled
By all you have achieved,
By the infinite ways
You’ve
Survived and thrived
When
Measured ONLY against you!
Allow yourself
To
Be propelled
By the love and other gifts
You
Are giving!
Allow yourself
To
Be propelled
By your drive to be, love, and grow!

Lift, lift, lift!
Allow yourself
To
Be lifted
By those who love you
Whether
They be animal, human, or spirit!
Allow yourself
To
Be lifted
By the gifts you are receiving!
Allow yourself
To
Be lifted by those who
Believe in you (even when you won’t)!

Build your runway
From your dreams
To run down
At full speed,
With all your passion,
With all your energy,
With all your faith and surrender!

Sleek and streamlined,
Feel the air glide
Over
Your body, mind, soul, and life
And create a cushion beneath you:
Watch your wheels lift off,
Watch your ground break away,
Watch your old world fall away,
And
Watch your sky approach!

BeDoKnow (A Chant)

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BeDoKnow                                                Love
KnowBelieveBreathe                            Love
BreatheEmbraceFeel                            Love
FeelLoveNow                                           Love
BreatheLoveNow                                    Love
KnowLoveNow                                        Love
BreatheLoveNow                                    Love
BeLoveNow.                                             Love

BeDoKnow…                                             LoveLoveLove

The Lynx, The King, The World (Lights within Shining)

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The lynx, the king, the world
(Lights within shining):
No simple trio,
These three
Making themselves known
In
A brilliant burst
Of
Light
Like a volcanic rainbow
Descending
From the Heavens,
Ascending
From the Earth:
Heaven to Earth,
Earth to Heaven
Celestial current
Passing through
Me,
A spiritual wire my body.

Behold
The spirit manifesting
The lynx,
The king,
The world.

The lynx, the king, the world
(Voices within calling):
Asking within
Telling within
Showing within
Faster and faster
The insights they bring
Tickle my consciousness
And
Move me beyond thinking
Move me beyond knowing
Move me beyond the mundane
And
Immerse me
In the profound stillness
Of this moment unending.

The lynx, the king, the world
(Awareness within emerging):
The secrets within
The secrets without
The secrets of past
The secrets of now
I
See in the faces
Of
Strangers no more,
I
Hear in the unspoken whispers
Of
Wounded children healing,
I
Touch in the flesh
Of
Still weeping souls.

The lynx, the king, the world
(Trumpets within blaring):
The song within
The dance within
The wonder within:
Be aware
How it connects
The you
To
The me
Vibrating
Vibrating
Vibrating like waves
Across
This universe’s spectrum.

The lynx, the king, the world
(Wonder within growing):
The eternal immersion
In
The
World of wonder
So
Taken by the what ifs,
So
Taken by the how thens,
So
Taken by the new worlds
Opening
All around me.
I,
No longer the hermit
No longer ashamed
No longer desperate
No longer
The lone
Prisoner
Of
My prisoner’s perspective:
HA
HA
HA!

The lynx, the king, the world
(Limbs within moving):
Dancing among abundance
Celebrating
All
That is good,
All
That is right,
All
That is blissful
As
The tower collapses
And
Brings
Evolution,
Bliss,
Redemption.

When You Find That Place (Where You Need to Die)

When You Find That Place To Die

When you find that place
(Where you need to die)
By
Turning and running
Full speed
Toward the pains
Toward the voids
Toward the fears
Toward the insecurities
That
Pollute your waking,
That
Pollute your dreaming,
That
Pollute your loving,
That
Pollute your soul.

When you explore that place
(Where you need to die),
And
You make it sacred
By calling upon
Forces and others
Greater than you
Who you can now acknowledge
As
Having greater love,
As
Having greater wisdom,
As
Having greater faith,
As
Having greater respect,
In
You
Than you ever allowed yourself.

When you can share that place
(Where you need to die),
It is not your tears
It is not their tears
It is everyone’s tears
That form monsoons
And
Raise the streams
And
Fill the dry washes
And
Flashflood away
The
Pain and debris
That
Littered the terrain
Of
Your soul
Your body
Your life
That
You once judged
That
You once knew
That
You once lived
As
Being
So
Incapable
Of amounting
Of attaining
Of healing
Of being
Of loving.

When you heal in that place
(Where you once died),
You
Become the sun
(Beyond the day),
You
Become the moon
(Beyond the night),
You
Become the star
(Beyond the universe),
You
Become the wind
(Beyond the breeze),
You
Become the rain
(Beyond the storm),
You
Become the moment
(Beyond all time),
You
Become the voices
(Beyond all words),
You
Become the songs
(Beyond all music),
You
Become the path
(Beyond all dogma),
And
Pleasing
To
The Angels.

When the Mountain in You Moves (When the Mountain Comes Alive in You)

When the Mountain in You Moves

When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you)
And
You know that you know
Beyond words
Beyond thoughts
Beyond feelings,
You are strong beyond strength
Aware beyond aware
In the here
In the now
As boundaries
Between
You and me,
Between
Them and us
Evaporate.

When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you)
And
The mountain in you quakes,
Shattering strata
That have settled and pressed
With all the weight of your fear
With all the weight of your inertia
With all the weight of your loss
With all the weight of your shame
With all the weight of your regret
With all the weight of your disappointment
With all the weight of your grief.

When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you),
It does not hear
It does not regard
It does not abide
All the trees and grasses
That found purchase
In the compromises of your soul
In the compromises of your body
In the compromises of your mind.

When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you)
In
Unison
With sun and moon,
In
Unison
With Raven, Eagle and Owl,
In
Unison
With love and acceptance,
In
Unison
With faith and surrender;
You will know beyond thinking
You will listen beyond hearing
You will speak beyond talking
And love beyond feeling.

When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you),
You will make
And
Erase valleys,
Crush oaks
And
Scatter new seeds
In
Your time
Of
Your liquid bedrock.

When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you)
And
You create fresh sands
And
New peaks to look upon your world,
No dreams of stone
No dreams of mud
No dreams are needed,
And when who you were
Is
No longer needed by who you now are,
Then you are
The mountain you need to be
The mountain you must be
For another momentary eternity
Until
When the mountain in you moves
(When the mountain comes alive in you)
Once again…