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CSL Poetry Magazine: TRUTH
05/01/2014
What does Truthbomb mean to you?
To me, it sparks a picture in my head of the globe with explosions so big you can see them from space. Like throwing grenades we toss these Truthbombs into the Infinite Mind, and watch as the explosion of Light and Love lands on fertile soil and expands into more explosions, like a video going viral on You Tube, Truth goes viral in the world, and the world catches fire with Love and Light.
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Cris Carney
Editor-In-Chief
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TruthBomb
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Stay in the present,
Go with the flow,
Follow your heart,
Know that you know.
Live in the moment,
Remember the past,
Prepare for the future,
Follow your path.
Hold on when you need to,
Let go when you don't,
Light shines the way,
Love guides you home.
By Erica Schamber
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If you don't know how to be
happy with what you've got,
you won't know how to be
happy with what you get.
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Prayer Party
I sit on my couch
(My sacred space)
Palms up to receive,
Eyes closed,
Watching my breath.
God stands at my back,
Looking over my left shoulder,
Its radiant presence
Loving witness to my silliness.
Breathe.
Listen.
Breathe.
"How am I doing?" I ask.
God grins and blows me a kiss.
By Kathleen (Kathy) Galvin
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As I Walk, My Temple Surrounds Me
As I walk,
I walk in sacred space.
My temple surrounds me.
My energy roams open and free.
I stand tall in its embrace.
Immersed in my I am,
The universe flows through me.
Blending . . . we experience life
expressing our truth.
I can see an intricate weaving of paths,
each a soul on its own mission,
each a choice of will,
shedding their what isn’t,
uncovering their what is.
Each soul in its right order
where it needs to be.
I honor them . . .
their being,
their space,
their way,
. . . as I honor my own.
As I walk,
I walk in sacred space.
My temple surrounds me.
Its walls are open and free.
I welcome All . . .
As All enters my divine temple,
energies unite in
beauty, peace, joy, love.
I release all non-serving, discordant energy
to outside my temple walls,
to its space,
which I honor
without judgment
as its choice,
its growing ground.
I realize my right to choose and be happy,
as I experience and express
my gift to life . . . my I am.
As I walk,
I walk open and free.
I am immersed in peace . . . my peace.
I discover its abundance . . . my abundance.
I embody joy . . . my joy.
I laugh in lightheartedness,
grateful to be . . . just be.
As I give my gift, I receive.
My sacred temple surrounds me.
Outrageously, I dance my tune,
open and free
and know . . . the beauty,
the real beauty
. . . where life meets my I am.
By Richard Hough
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emitting
emanating
pulses of energy
from each cell
each molecule
the very center of our self
the dna is alive
it is conscious
like a low level vibration
resonating with the fabric of the Universe
each one of us
vibrates
glowing in tandem
infinite frequencies
one cosmic radio
grab your transceiver
and tap into the wave
By Geoff McNeely
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Is it true? Is it real?
Can I count on it every time?
Flowing with the common current,
I'm not sure what I'll find.
So many false moorings
have left me adrift and floating out to sea,
but feeling like I've lost my way
is not what I choose for me.
I need to know it's true and real,
that I can count on it every time.
To have an anchor of Truth, to moor to safely
any place or any time.
An anchor that stands true and strong,
that is always there for me.
To feel guided and led to my highest and best
by the Lighthouse within that I see.
Gratefully -
I have discovered the Truth, I know It's Real,
and I can count on It every time!
My anchor of Truth is Perfect God, Perfect Man,
and Perfect Life all the time!
I have my Lighthouse of Spirit and my Anchor of Truth
to safely explore what's inside me,
and my Lighthouse of Spirit
is ever lighting my way
toward the Perfection I am meant to be!
By Cheryl Bell RScP
Northwest Arkansas CSL
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To see sunshine
On cold rainy mornings
To greet the dawn
Fresh and new each day
To swim in life’s gigantic ocean
When dog paddlin’s my only way
Yes, I agree
To see light and love
In every person’s face
And forgive myself and others
For every past mistake
I agree to be awake, aware,
And at choice in all my tasks
But most of all
I agree--------- to dance
Without waiting
To be asked
by Virginia Del Rosario
Written for Self-Mastery Class, spring, 2006
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Every situation
That brings a reaction
Of fear, discord or anger
Is a cry to stop
Look within
Listen
Breathe
Be open to answers
Have the courage to remember
When the meditation is over
Listen to the loving answer
Know there are no mistakes
Only lessons
Know that you are worthy
Be prepared for a new direction
A new joyous path
A happy beginning
A holy intention
Stop
Look within
Ask and listen
Know you are not alone
Pain can be healed
Life can be lived
Unrestricted, unlimited
Free
Don’t go back to sleep
Ask, listen, and remember
Live
Spiral upward
Always upward
Feel the light, the love
The oneness in and all around
The world will try to crush
This budding light
But it cannot be extinguished
It may be dormant at times
But it is always there
Waiting to be asked
To be invited
To Shine
By Cindy Warren
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She is the yes when it seems no
She is the white on Winters snow
She is the space between my heart
She is the horse, the driver, the cart
She is the sigh on my lovers lips
She is the sail, she is the ship
She is the call to dance naked & wild
She is the mother, the father, the child
I seek you in the smallest of things
I seek you now, I seek you always
I seek you within when lost I seem
I find you like home, like warm on a breeze
Dancing playfully into my life
Truth my best friend... my Lover, my wife
By Malissia Woodall
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What shift of genius though ever so slight, to witness darkness fading into light? How so deplored that darkness be, what joy and reverie to usher it free!
By Laura Sylvia
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Thank You
that it is
the way it is
and not the way
I think it's going to be
or should be.
I'm learning
to trust the process
and that I am given
exactly
the people
and situations
I need
from which
to learn and grow
even
or more especially
when I can't grasp
what that is
in the moment.
I'm learning to trust my heart
and my intuition
as they're directly connected
to You
to the vibration underneath the moment
and to The Mystery.
I am trusting my feelings:
the places in my body
that are the first things
that tell me
something is up.
I've learned to listen
ask
and embrace when feelings show
and I've learnt to
embrace my emotions too
without believing
the stories that they are
completely,
yet without dismissing them either.
I've asked for my deepest truths
and you to show me The Deepest Truth.
Again and again
on bended knee
or through my broadest smile
my flowing tears
or my hands in prayer
You return me
back to Me.
I asked for White Essence
and you showed me
it comes from within me.
I have dived time and again
openly and honestly
into the Darkness that is my own
and into the darkness
that is the world's.
You came with me into my own solitude,
into the dark places
I didn't want to go
and you let me go
alone
so that I could face my own lies about myself
so that I could laugh at how ridiculous they are.
You asked me to really go into
my lifelong belief
that I am unloveable,
to stay with it until
I could hear my own laughter.
You showed me to give up "hope"
and instead trust.
You showed me to let go
of my belief in an external You
and to feel,
see
and embrace the You
that is in Me
and that this moment
is inseparable from me.
Thank You
that it is
the way it is...
By Pete Wilson
Aarhus, Denmark
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Joy is a verb:
Skip like a stone across a still water
Jump to the stars and they’ll greet you—“Beloved!”
Life adores you; love It back
Say “yes!”
Yes.
Yes.
By Kathy Galvin
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Telling the truth has a way of
Touching the hearts of others.
Expressing ourselves honestly
Allows for a healing to occur,
And intimacy to develop –
Both within ourselves,
And in the hearts of those with whom
We choose to share our lives.
©Theresa Conti 1990
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Unborn dreams left unattended die.
Tend to your dreams by listening
To your heart.
By Theresa Conti
©Theresa Conti 1990
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It is our conscious awareness
Of Truth that allows us to
Open to a fuller realization
of Creative Expression.
By Theresa Conti
©Theresa Conti 1990
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Feelings July 2013
Envy is here
Like the annoying neighbor who drops by just as you sit down for dinner,
Like the feeling of stepping out of an air conditioned restaurant
into a hot, muggy night
It just crept up on me, and my heart is aching with desire.
Desire is here, desire to feel compassion
Desire to not feel envy, desire for things to not be as they are
To be the way I want them to be.
So, so, this is this because that is that
And I sit with my envious heart, bathing it with compassion
I look deeply at my envy and see it for what it is,
Simply desire, born of wanting, a child of Dukkha
Just another feeling, no more important than any other
I’ll just sit here until it passes.
By Debra Greenfield
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As form we set spirit into motion,
Increasing intelligence, creating cosmic commotion.
Separation from the presence doesn’t exist,
We are lost, then found as wholeness persists.
Surrendering to substance that can form to any mold,
Sit back, relax, watch the magic unfold.
Ignited into action by a magnetic pull,
The love begins to pour in yet I never get full.
In communion with holy principle, remaining silent and still,
Soaking in divine sunshine, as consciousness fuels my will.
Planted in awareness of universal mind,
Always connected and supported, never choosing to be blind.
Ripe with infinite possibilities as immaculate seeds take root,
Determination leads to germination, birthing the sweetest fruit.
Setting aside ego, receptive to the supreme inflow,
Transformative evolution, opens up the window.
Expansion of the vibratory currents, seemingly on another plane,
Giving up intellect, collectively transcending the earthly domain.
Resting in the blessing of infinite peace,
Void of space and time, everlasting increase.
By Lucy Andich
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If you know the truth
You tell the truth
What is the truth?
I know the truth!
Truth is spirit
Truth is GOD
God is life
For all my life
Life is truth
To tell the truth
Spirit is love
From God above
God watches me through the night
I know will be alright
I sleep tonight my eyes shut tight
Knowing God is in my sight
I know this to be true
Because my God loves me and he loves you
And so It is.
By Bruce Deimel
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There is a river flowing through the Universe,
Its source is God,
Its destination is Eternity,
It touches all but few are aware of it,
And even fewer savor its gifts,
I drink in the power of Truth,
I swim in the constants of Principle,
I bath in the warmth of Love,
I splash in the delight of Spirit,
I dive into awesome Intelligence,
I float in the comfort of Soul,
And I let go of the shore as the current sweeps me into Life,
This is the River of Abundance and it is my river now.
By Bob Holley
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The other day, I heard poet Libby Wagner read some of her work.
There was a transparency about her that shook me to the core.
She spoke of her experiences and feelings with a raw frankness.
Like someone living in a house of glass,
She left herself nowhere to hide.
Is this what it takes to be an artist?
Is there no privacy for a poet,
No place to which the soul can retreat,
To be alone with its experiences?
Must everything be public?
If I stomp my feet and throw a tantrum,
Must the whole world know?
I don’t want to feel naked in public.
Still, I think great poetry must allow for
A level of intimacy with the poet.
I believe poetry is a mirror, in which
We can see our own experiences
From a place of detachment, and
With an archetypal sharpness:
The story of one is the story of Everyone.
How I see things –
How I feel about things -
How I cope –
May give others inspiration to apply in
Their own lives.
Letting one person in at that level is scary,
But the whole world?
Shivering and quaking with fear,
I slowly release
The resistance to unmasking myself.
I show up!
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I am fascinated by that moment
When the flame of the match
Touches the cold, dark wick
Of the candle.
The wick accepts the flame.
It falters and flickers for a moment
Before the transmission of the fire
Is complete.
Is that how God
Touches the soul?
A flicker,
Until the moment of
Complete surrender?
Does it hurt?
The candle is now glowin
Showing forth its true nature,
And expressing its purpose.
The light is now coming from within,
Fueled by the invisible essence that
Some call oxygen.
I call it The Mystery.
By Alexa Burns
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Like the dawning light, bursting into day
Like a tender bloom, blossoming in May
Like a sky of blue, emerging from a storm
Today I am renewed
Today I am reborn
All Things Made New
All Things Made New
With every step
With every breath
I am made new
All Things Made New
When I turn to You
With every thought
With every prayer
I am made new
Beyond memories of things that never last
Beyond histories that linger from the past
What's done is done. Doesn't matter anyway
The gift of life is made each minute of each day
All Things Made New
All Things Made New
With every step
With every breath
I am made new
All Things Made New
When I turn to You
With every thought
With every prayer
I am made new
I am made new
All Things Made New
By Leo Brodie
(c) 2014 Leo Brodie
Published by Leo Brodie (BMI)
All rights reserved.
http://leobrodiemusic.com/new-thought
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