Sculpting Souls

With foolish notions,
and mixed emotions,
and setting a lofty goal, proudly,
I set out to sculpt my own Soul.

There were no books,
and no teachers nor lessons;
but I saw golden examples
of man’s best intentions.

The perplexing answer
seemed outside to be…
What should I do? “Fix it,”
my self said to me.

But my Self said, “It isn’t out there,
it’s your attitude and emotions.
So, humbly bare your heart, and let

go of your self's commotions.”

My Self said, “Be still,
let silence be your guide.
Listen to your Self, and forget
your precious personal pride.”

“You’re going around in circles,
and of that there is no further need.
Meditation and calming your self
is now your Selfless deed.”

So, I stood aside with
silence and patience,
and I felt the resistance
that’s been shaping me.

I saw that ugly map,
where I was trapped,
that was always just
outside of me.

I saw the Sculptor and
felt the tranquility. What's
The Sculptor? Our Souls,
as mine kindly sculpts me...

© 2013 by Michael G. Hesley
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Traveling Companions

Have our Souls ever changed?

Can we see our Selves clearly?

Or will we stay fearfully deranged?
How I desire to hear the bells dearly…

Should we let our minds rule?

Can there be softness there?

Why be denying eternal fools,
when we need to persevere?

Must we thirst for quenching fire?

Are we stuck as our own admirer?

Better to know our Soul’s desires and

let the soothing warmth come nearer...

With open minds and tender Souls,

free your Self’s graceful intention.

Know your purpose, set your goals;

ignore your mirror's false reflections.

Walk with friends on your path with heart...
Who will be your life companions, ones
you'll walk with smoothly and smart?

Soulful friends, of Goodness and Cheer...

Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael G. Hesley

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A Solitary Journey Together

My outward traveling poorly 

negates my inner worries.

It's just no substitute for

my solitary journey’s. 

No longer limited by space or time,

I leave this world's endless mazes, 

and travel through psychic places, 

without my senses or physical traces.  

This journey, I take inside of me...

Not searching, nor pensive,

and without my worldly connection, 

I see ahead a bridge of shimmering clarity.

Intensely, I consider the bridge,

and I ponder it's mysterious meaning. 

Is this ethereal bridge real?

What!? It's becoming something else...

This bridge is another Beginning, 

and apparently, another first big step. 

I've shrugged my yoke of fears,

so, laughingly, I just leapt!

Vivid visions of Creations!

Look! Dark after endings,

and Light from beginnings, 

like the skins I’m perpetually shedding. 

A Woman of White,

and a Woman of Green,

they speak to me softly

of scenes I may dream. 

Animals, people, and jungles,

and past love's I’ve bungled!

But the outcome is different here,

all because, I've lost my fear of fear.

Love, and the melding of my Self and self;

I feel my former pain transmuting

to a golden state of wealth.

I feel better now, without my self-rebuking.

Ah ha! There IS more to 

imagination than meets the eye...

Come on! Take a chance with

this chance; please, give it a try!

Let your heart burst widely and

ride your spirit's carousel of energy...

Smile, and jump across your bridge!  

It’ll be the start of your splendid synergy!

Take a chance with a chance…

Could this journey change your life's part?

With a warrior’s intention and purpose,

perhaps, you’ll travel your path with a heart.

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

All Rights Reserved

An Interesting Dream this Morning...

Dreams are interesting…

A dream; no a vision of a story unfolding…

I was the main character in a struggle to climb a high, steep, and slippery spire of rock with a castle at the top.  I strained, I slipped, and I bloodied myself, and yet I was relentless in my climb to the "top."  Nothing could stop me.  There were many dangers, distractions, and false paths.  At the top, and after great effort, and leaving all behind, I entered the large unlocked castle doors, only to find it deserted.  Devoid of people, but well-lived in, I felt the spiritual presence that attracted me to see what was there within the confines of the masterly built and airy home in the clouds.  It was finely laid out, with tapestries, large meeting places, well-used furniture, towering bookcases, and great fireplaces.  But yet, it felt very much like it was a home, not a fortress of solitude.  Whoever lived there had a great life in the seclusion and safety of the castle.  It had parapets, armaments, a grand view from on high, and paintings of happy and pleasant castle experiences, but it was empty now.  Whomever lived there was gone. They hadn’t been gone very long.

I felt the energy of the spirits of those that lived there before.  They spoke to me...

Their spiritual energy called to me, and I was drawn to a small, and apparently, recently unlocked thick wooden door that was curiously left open.  Inside was a stairway that led steeply down and outside of the castle.  There were no lights or handholds, just the feeling that it was the “right way” out of the castle.  I walked down perhaps 100 stairs, and they ended at a wooden walkway across to another spire of rock with a finely crafted wooden sailing ship that shone brightly with white sails, and lit up inside with a warm heavenly light.  The ship sat squarely on top of the spire of rock.  No one was around the ship.  What a curious sight!  Why didn’t I see the other spire of rock when I climbed the winding path to the castle?

Carefully, I tested the wooden walkway, found it was sound, and I cautiously walked across the elevated path to the ship.  It was sunny, and there were bright happy clouds in the blue sky.  The clouds beckoned me across, and I began to walk faster, feeling that I would find something important in the sailing ship.  I giggled and laughed as I walked across the wooden path, smiling happily with the idea of finding importance within the beautiful sleek craft.  I stepped off the wooden path, and as I was admiring the ship's clean design, behind me the wooden walkway disintegrated.  Strange, I didn’t feel any fear, or regret, as I stood there with no expression, calmly watching the wooden path dissolve, leaving no apparent way off the nearly vertical spire of rock.

Before me lay the ship, sitting on its keel.  It wasn’t a proud ship, just a ship humble by design.  Before climbing aboard, I walked around the ship noting its lines, its functionality, and I noticed it emanated the same spiritual energy that was in the castle that drew me here in the first place.  The bright work was lovely; it shone like gold, and the wood was perfectly varnished with the painstaking love and care of a master shipbuilder. Whoever the builder of the ship was, the craftsman cared much about it.  The ship felt alive with loving Purpose and Intention…

Looking down the spire, I noticed there appeared far below baggage from travelers that looked like it was thrown off the towering spire.  The suitcases, trunks, and satchels were smashed, and I could see belongings of much “value” lying below.  In the piles of apparently unwanted things were the clothes of people who tossed them over the edge with their baggage.  Apparently, no roller bags full of attachments or human trappings are needed here.

I carried no baggage with me in my climb up and down the spires.  Just myself.  No food, or water, only my simple utility climbing clothing on my body.  I was quite comfortable on the rock spire.  I was quite warm, and feeling secure, I removed all my clothing and tossed them over the side with the other useless articles of human wants and needs.  Smiling, I turned way from the rocky edge, and moved toward the craft with my own Intention and Purpose, onto the walkway and the ship.  It seemed to glow with purity, energy, feeling, and intelligence.  I moved aft to the helm, and there on a bright, shiny engraved plate of brass was the name Deliverance.  A ship named Deliverance; I thought, from what?  I took the wheel in my hands, and it moved like a large airplane’s yoke.  It rolled left and right, and forward and aft.  This wasn’t a ship of the water like I have seen before; it was a ship for Air!

Exploring the ship, I found it a practical and easy-living place to travel to destinations unknown to me.  No evidence showed of where Deliverance had been, or where it’s going.  I felt that it was waiting for someone to give it a purpose since there appeared to be no pre-programmed destination.  So, Deliverance isn’t a ferry, Deliverance is a ship outfitted to explore the unknown with no destination.  Deliverance seemed to be only designed for the journey.  No compass, no maps, an exploratory ship that carries no baggage, or ties to anything.  No cravings, no aversions, no desires, Deliverance felt like Pure Intention and Purpose.  Just then, I felt what powers it…  It isn’t wind driven…  It’s powered by the Boundless and Endless Four Winds of Purpose cleansed by the pure energy of the Universe’s Unbending Intention.  Feeling pleased, I made my way up to the main deck, and I sat at the helm.  Oddly, the helm felt like it was custom-made for my spirit.

Why is this ship here?  Who made this?  Why now?  I sat near the helm, feeling why this happened, and then it came…

My Soul answered, quietly, silently, and like a cool gentle summer breeze lovingly caressing me; it said, “We made it for All of Us…”  "We made it with Self-Love of self, Right-Action, much Self’s self-forgiveness, and with Boundless Compassion for any who wish to Surrender to the Journey."

Standing at the helm, I took the Wheel of Time in my hands, and as I pushed forward with all my Love, Intention and Purpose gently filled Deliverance's sails, and we lightly lifted away from the rocky perch.  Together, we're propelled not from the what, but instead, we're drawn to the infinity of places of Great Beauty and the Great Unknown.

It was then that I woke up from the "dream."

Some dream, huh?

TC,
Michael

Addendum:  My friend Steve Kubacki says the dream is this…

"A voyage from the citadels of safe but unrealized and so empty grandiose musings into the vast space of unknown and risky realities, thereby delivering you from unsatisfying finite possibilities to the substantive peace, wonder and joy of infinite actualities that transcend time."  Steve does have a way of saying things exactly right...

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

self's Delusions

Politicians,

Professors,

Prophets,

and the Powerful…  

Pharisees,

Prognosticators,

Pundits,

and the Powerless… 

All have in common,

self-righteousness and 

bridge-less distance between
their self's deluded views. 

Science and religion 

still hate each other… 

For they are conjoined,

but not yet reconciled…  

Left and Right,

seeing with prideful disdain. 

Left and Right wants you

to suffer their self's pity-full pain. 

Powerful and powerless not seeing,
yet most with much muddled thought.

Seeing with only their senses,

and with their self's great doubt… 

Great People of intellect, filled

with much useless knowledge of nothing. 

Souls without knowledge, blessed
with the nothing of Self's Silent Knowing. 

Most not Knowing Truth,

but smug with knowing nods… 

Prideful with self-importance, 

yet lost, without even a notice. 

Most limited, and sense-less, 

with only flatness in sight. 

Soul's Boundlessness and Endlessness,

silenced by ego's malicious might!

Most are deluded, yet, 

their own delusions they cannot see.

For their delusions are their collective
sameness… Victims… Misery loves company!

Yet, some Soul's of Self's are 

silent with Clarity of Sight.

Their Soul and Self, have no

desire for self's-righteous delight. 

Do you know only emotions?

Yet, ignore feelings of Truth?

Ignoring Right Action? How long will 

you exist without Intention's pursuit?

Unbending Intent and Purpose,

unlocks Self-less Actions of Love.

Love's an Action verb my friend…
My wish is for you to Know this!

Why fight like petty people,

each with thoughts of self knowing?

Turn within… Can you see Self's Boundless

and Endless Possibilities glowing? 

Surrender and Undo
your self-inflicted damage...

Take out your trash! 

Let go of that bully we call our "self."

Go ahead, slice it all away!
You'll never miss it...
See your Self in a new way!
Try it, finally… This is a new day...

Copyright © 2011 Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

Pity-Full Self-Importance

I’m self-ish.

I’m self-centered…

I’m oh, so self-ish,

and self-ishly self-centered!

I pity my self…

My hell-ish and self-ish self!

I’m pathetically

full of my pity-full self…

But sweet change is

un-self-ish,

and kind change is

pity-free-ish…

Unbending Intention is

Self’s Will-full door to change…

Isn’t a pity Intention’s link

is so easily and woe-fully deranged?

We can clean Intention

in just a blink…

Intention’s cleansing

is our self-less way to Link…

Link through Intention,

and we accept the abstract.

Break link with content,

and we see life’s new contexts…

Our self-importance

self-ishly appalls us…

It’s morbid attraction

fuels our destruction…

Self-reflection pity-fully

attracts more pity…

Pity-full self-reflection

mirror’s our negativity….

We exhaust our self’s

by endless self-reflecting,

in our mind’s mirror of

pity-full neglecting.

Break self’s mirror,

and we break self-reflection.

Break self’s mirror

with impeccable Intention.

Be impeccable with

our Self’s energy!

Be frugal and thoughtful

with innocence and simplicity...

Break continuity...

Wake up Intention!

Listen to Self’s Silence,

and know non-reflection.

Know Silent Knowledge,

and you’ll have no pity…

For Hell controls Heaven,

by those full of self-pity.

With no pity for self

and compassion from Self;

Intention free’s Self from

our pity-full selves.

Use Intention!

Know the Beauty!

Have no pity,

and free your Spirit!

Formerly your Hell…

Know Heaven on Earth!

Feel Spirit’s Knowing,

and embrace Silent Self...

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

All Rights Reserved