A Poem of Poetry

On a journey of beginnings and endings,
I met a Woman of Alabaster White.
She asked me what I've seen in my meanderings,
and I responded, "Where? You mean in my blight?

She said there is Poetry within...
Beautiful things that I won't See,
if I don't Surrender,
and just Allow It To Be.

I didn't understand her;
this kind Woman of White.
My pain was blinding, and I felt much anger,
and I fought Seeing with all my might.

She softly asked me, her being forthright...
"What poetry did you see, there in your blight?"
Filtered and tainted by my pain,
I told her what I saw, only within my limiting sight...

The Alabaster Woman of Bright
gazed upon me with God's Empathy and Light,
and she softly said with much Right,
"You see with only your eyes..."

"To See,
you must first Surrender.
To Surrender,
you must give up desire."

"To give up desire,
you must not worry...
No longer worry,
or care about what will or won't Be."

"I must renounce what I want?
I must not care of the outcome to be?
I must renounce my aversions and cravings,
and what I want for me?"

"Yes..."
The Woman of White said to me,
"Become unattached to the outcome,
and just Let It Be."

"This sounds difficult,
is there no other way to be?
Is there no other way to end my suffering?
I just want to be this me!"

I felt my Spirit and my Soul...
They both said to me,

"Please release Us and We'll help You Be Free."
I felt Their Love, and I just Let It Be...

The Woman of Alabaster,
who's purpose is God's Love and Right,
lovingly brushed her soft hand,
on my weepy eyes of myopic sight.

My Sight became Unlimited Seeing,
but not with my limited eyes.
I Saw with My Spirit and Soul,
and I felt My Love leap and it did greatly grow.

The Alabaster Woman then asked me...
"What Poetry will you See in
Your Unlimited Place of Light?

Unfiltered by pain, without your old limited sight?"

Then, the kind Woman of Alabaster White
touched me and said this for my Self and for All...

"People will come to you,
not for what you know,
and not for what you do,
but for what you are and will Be..."

The Poetry of Self-Forgiveness;
the Poetry of Our Kind Thoughts,
the letting go of desires and aversions,
the Surrender to our non-thoughts.

The Cosmic Secret of the Universe,

is that God wants us all To Be.
The Cosmic Joke of the Universe is not to Surrender,
and that we just won't Allow It To Be.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley 

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