Separate yourself unto the Lord.
Tag: poems by Rev Wildfire
The Elusory Lady
Freedom’s sweetness swiftly turns sour
On the tongue of the simpleton.
The Only True Religion
What do people go to sacred temples to do?
To lift their hands in ‘worship’ to God?
And what is worship,
If not deep felt gratitude for the goodness of God?
And do you need to be in a human edifice to do that?
Must you be in a manmade building
Before you can feel and express your gratitude to God?
What then would you say
Of the one that is busy at his labour?
Who after reaping a windfall from his honest sweats,
Screams with excitement?
Whose happiness is spontaneous, genuine and uninhibited?
Isn’t that worship?
Wouldn’t God receive it right there?
Or would He rather say,
‘Wait, when you get to church I’ll collect it”?
Or, “Ok, when you come and give testimony in church
I’ll accept it”?
Isn’t his spontaneous burst of gratitude
To God for goodness received
Enough and acceptable before his God?
A temple is wherever you can meet God.
And that is every step of the way.
A holy place is whenever God can be known.
And that is every moment of each day.
Let wherever you are,
Be the temple of your God.
And every waking moment,
His holy place.
The place wherein you stand now,
Is holy ground.
Here and now is forever favoured.
Your Maker dwells within you,
And you are one and same with your God.
He is neither without,
Nor apart from you.
Therefore, serve only Him
And not That of another.
Let your God be yours alone.
And you His only.
Shun the external gods of men.
And their many routines of slavery.
For they seek to enslave you.
And drive you to their end.
If you must have a religion,
Then may it be one of your own design.
To serve your journey.
And to bring you endless peace and bliss.
Yet, may it never be the false hope
That holds fools captives forever.
That blind optimism
That timidly flees from reality.
Rather, may your religion be personal;
One that flows
From the core of your uniqueness.
And may every day of your life be your religion.
Not something that happens only on set days.
Nor one that takes place only in set places.
So let the universe,
In all of her awesome grandeur,
Be your own sacred place of worship.
And your body,
Your own holy of holies.
In each moment of your life,
Know that your own God is inside of you.
For the only true religion
Is that stream of life
That flows from your Source within,
Refreshing and lighting up the world
With the uniqueness and purity
Of your own divine essence.
Get on with what you love doing.
And have fun doing it.
Then look around you.
You may see that some folks
Have been attracted to your fun.
Now, give them some love.
And a little encouragement.
Then move on.
For, you see,
Expression can be infinitely more fun
And profoundly more fruitful
Despise Not Another
Ponder this piece with me.
It’s about us;
The important work we need to do in our lives.
This is about our spiritual growth;
About our spiritual learning.
May I continue to refer to it as metamorphosis.
Not changing you into something else, mind you,
Because you really can’t be changed into something else.
You can only but move.
You can only but realize Who is already inside you.
And that person is Jesus Christ.
Your true self.
That person is God.
Like I said,
This is a vital realm of labour.
Something to focus on,
To diligently work at.
I’m referring to the words of Jesus,
And as I hope to point out down the road,
To refrain from judging, is an uphill task.
So we’ve got to work really hard at it,
If we must pull off that superhuman feat.
And I say to you,
Guard your heart with diligence.
And keep it from judging.
For though you might not judge people verbally,
And though you may not criticize them audibly,
You’ve already done so
When you do it in your heart.
We all have to work at this.
Everyone and each person has much to do
To purge this disease from the soul.
Surely, it would require a lot of hard work.
But if we’re conscious of it every day,
Working at it,
Working at it painstakingly,
We’re going to get better at it;
Even to that elusive point perfection.
You’re going to fall every now and then.
Because judging others
Is a common human weakness.
It’s a very deep rooted weakness.
We have biases;
We have preferences;
We have prejudices;
We have opinions —
And no sooner do we encounter one of a counter view,
One that is in a different place,
Than we don the judge’s garb.
We would most easily judge that which we do not understand.
And censor what we don’t agree with.
It’s a human weakness.
But work at it daily and consciously,
And you will rid your soul of the disease,
And move forward in your spiritual journey.
To a place where you no longer need the polluted bread of judging another.
Look around you.
Do you not see much that beckons on you
To look down on your fellow traveller?
Are you not inundated with sights
That incense you to despise another in your heart?
Yet, who are you to sit in judgement
In your own heart against another?
For when you despise another in your heart,
Have you not cast filthy mud
On the very image of the Maker,
And unwittingly corrupted
His esteemed handiwork?
And by condemning
And belittling your own flesh and blood,
Have you not despised God’s own judgement,
And ridiculed His benevolence?
I can feel that sense of helplessness.
The nagging and rebellious feeling that,
Because of who you are,
And because of where you are coming from,
Judging others is inevitable.
Yet, is it helplessness that you feel?
Or are you unaware
Of the power of love buried deep within you?
So, this word comes to you.
That you recover your consciousness.
And guard your heart
Against the despising of another.
That you keep yourself from judging.
Because, at the end of the day,
Each person is different.
Why is there so much pain in this world?
Is it not because of the already doomed attempts
To make everybody be like everybody?
And this in spite of the Makers expressed preference
For infinite varieties?
Observe how He has fashioned His works.
And you will see that it is not in His will
That everybody be everybody.
Does He require the lark to bark like the dog?
Or demand the boar to roar like the lion?
Does He punish the lovely jill for lack of the skills of the shark?
Or condemn the sow for failing to soar like the eagle?
Why then do we continue
To plunge into conformity’s abysmal illusions?
I must not fall into the miserable and barren dark hole of Michal;
Of David’s first wife.
She saw her husband dancing and leaping with joy.
His clothes lifted by the winds of his dance.
She looked down at the childlike gratitude of the happy king
With utter disdain.
And regarded every move as ridiculous.
From the self-exalted window of her pride,
She despised him in her heart.
Thus the rest of her days became plagued by bitterness,
Pain, and endless agony of the soul.
And the bliss of fruitfulness
Was banished forever from her breasts.
Despise not another,
Even in the most secret chambers of your heart.
And even in your sleep,
Let not the thought pass through.
In your journey, think not,
‘I am better than anybody.’
‘My own way is the best way.’
Instead, with humility of heart,
Let your daily breath be the confident utterance,
‘This is who I am.’
Indeed, you are a unique
And complete expression of the Eternal One.
An offspring of the Fountain of all spirits.
Therefore, be not afraid.
And don’t let anybody judge you
For what you approve;
For that which you know is right for you.
But you too must not judge another
For what they approve;
For that which is right for them.
For the same thing may be wrong for one,
And yet be right for another.
Therefore, discover yourself
And walk in your own personal truth.
You will observe that
When you refrain from all judgement
Of your earthly kin,
You free yourself
For whatever else you need to do.
Then everything becomes good for you;
Barring that which would not make you happy,
And that which would hurt another.
For as long as it makes you happy,
And would never hurt another,
It is right for you.
To be truly happy,
Acknowledge that the other person
Also wants to be happy
And enjoy his life too.
Hence, in the pursuit of your own happiness,
Make sure you don’t infringe
On another person’s happiness.
Willingly yield to this constraint,
And let it restrain you from within.
You harm no one.
It’s just your life.
It’s A Lonely Walk
I hadn’t gone very far
Along the path to my ultimate bliss
When I met a guy.
He appeared quite menacing and intimidating.
So I paused for a long while,
As I contemplated ways of avoiding him.
I thought he was a definite promise of pain and agony;
And I had no desires for that.
In the end, however, I decided to approach him
And take a closer look.
Then I was shocked to discover that,
As menacing and intimidating as he looked,
He was indeed sent as a huge help for my journey;
Someone full of mysterious blessings,
And thus one I needed to embrace and befriend
In order for my journey to be faster and more blissful.
May I introduce you to my new friend:
I always knew I was going to do lots of pieces on loneliness,
But I thought I would do them
In terms of how I finally cured it.
And in terms of how others can overcome it.
I never saw this coming:
That I would ever describe loneliness
In terms of friendship.
Now I know better.
I can see now that he is one of the best friends,
Of life’s sages, gurus, adventurers, and leaders.
He hasn’t always been my friend, though,
And in retrospect, it seems I’d lived most of my life trying to avoid him.
I thought he was bad news.
What a shame.
A lonely walk:
That’s exactly what the spiritual journey appears like to me.
I am still human here and now.
And thus a social being;
–wanting to experience my journey, my experiences, and my thoughts along with others —
This makes it extremely painful.
But then, since every individual is absolutely unique,
And only very few of them would ever be
Of the same default spiritual preferences as myself,
I realize that for the most part
I must proceed alone.
So the journey is a very lonely one;
And any attempt to do otherwise
Would definitely be fraught with tremendous pains and disappointments.
And this is why, at each point in my journey, I must pause.
And regarding the people in my company, I must ask,
Is my need to share,
And my thirst for companionship,
Driving me to drag others along?
Or is this a genuine case of resonance and mutual interest,
Where, to fulfill their independent aspirations,
I serve merely as a rallying point for my companions?
For, to be souls whose resonance with me,
Is devoid of any undue manipulations from me,
Is my sincere and earnest desire
For my closest companions.
That they would independently possess
The same default spiritual preferences as myself.
Anything else would be burdensome,
And cause unnecessary pains.
Thus I must rise above my need for companionship,
And embrace loneliness
As a part of my own personal cross;
An unavoidable feature of the path to my bliss.
And now I can see that the more I embrace my own loneliness,
Rather than vilifying it,
The more my capacity for higher quality relationships
Is greatly enhanced.
For one who is not in desperate need
Of human companionship —
Of human sharing, acceptance, validation, and assistance —
Realizes a clarity of mind
That sharpens his discernment
In dealing with, and connecting with others.
I am unique.
Therefore loneliness is inevitable.
You see, men would rather celebrate the moonwalker,
Than participate in the torturous mental and emotional training
That precedes a moonwalk.
If my passion is to reach Everest’s peak,
Then I must accept the fact that
I won’t have much ‘normal’ company.
It’s a lonely walk.