The Philosopher’s Stone Transforms Homeless Angels

This is dedicated to my many teachers who see differently to me.  I allow the indifference and call it love. For I have learned to love myself.

What is the truth that sets you free?

To be who you are,

Without censure.

We live in a world of judgement,

Each believing they are right,

For they have not seen between the lines,

To discover humanity has no boundary

beyond belief.

Division is the decision that the other is not in my interests,

Dividing lines remove those who do not fit in with the status quo,

As indifference quarantines ‘the difference’ and calls it justice,

Intolerance has no room for world views that differ,

Or meeting in the middle,

For you are either with us or against us,

You are rebelling or conforming,

Yet what if life brings ‘the difference’ to transforming possibilities?

What if this is for the highest good

Of change?

For I will change to reform division,

My decision is a revision of the past,

I will welcome stonewalling as lines in the division of your indecision,

I will accept abuse as unhappiness striking out all appeals for help,

I will observe sexual harassment without response as powerlessness is help-less-ness,

I will sit in the highest presence and become still so I can feel,

As unity becomes the circling of the square which squares the circle,

A renewable Divinci code of sacred geometry harmonising all opposites,

A reunification allowing natural justice to find the water course,

For this is the levy of fun as a life at peace with itself.

And I am here not to win any argument,

I am here not to distress or conform as the norm,

But to reform the Philosopher’s Stone in the midst of a storm,

Releasing the angel from the hard rock of ages,

As the sacred resides in the eye in the storm,

The sublime is the inner sense of calm,

For I can navigate any storms of this life,

Ride the waves out of my control,

For I am not a role but to roll with concentric waves,

But to never strike back,

For only the Empire Strikes Back,

As it fears the light sabre of its own reflection,

Fighting the darkness of its own projection,

Unable to see the perfection in the reflective pond,

As each thought is a ripple sent out,

The question is:

Do we make waves or under currents?

For the current of love is the only stream of consciousness that takes us home,

Into the place of perfect peace where all are One and One is for all,

As the three Musketeers are symbolic of unity of purpose,

And my purpose is to speak the truth of my reality,

To love unconditionally,

And to forgive endlessly,

For only love sets you free to be,

Beyond who you think you see.

For you are the truth and the way,

The highest good,

The highest love,

And this is the infinite possibility of humanity,

When home is where the heart is,

And the heart is the seat of the soul,

Journeying home,

For the good, the holy and the beautiful,

Becomes homeless when omnipresent.