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This Book will certainly open up the readers eyes, and, quite possibly their hearts and minds, to a lot of things. Including, but not limited to : Free Love; Dropping or Ingesting Psychedelic Drugs and Tripping; The experiencing of 'Social Freedoms', that would forever change how Flower Power - Hippies thought, by the 'Freeing-up' of their minds, which allowed them to deal with their 'Hang-ups' and to seek Spiritual Awakening; Pursuing interests they otherwise in the 'Straight World' probably would not; And, to ask questions about practically anything, which allowed for Creativity, they otherwise most likely never would of had the opportunity to realize.
Yes, there were many things that went awry. Not just because of the 'open' drug use. But, because of the sheer number of 'Young People', the vast majority 'Runaways', from domestic situations they could no longer deal with. So, whenever you add an ever changing number in the thousands (perhaps in the tens of thousands at any given time), of Male and Female juveniles under the age of 20, using 'mind altering drugs', being Sexually Active, having little or no money, and for the most part having no clue to organizing their lives for themselves, plus they're already 'social outcasts' in the eyes of many, while pretty much being on their own. Well, 'Shit can and does happen (and that goes for their dogs as well)'.
And yet, so much good came from it all, which can still be seen today (if you had the inclination and an open mind).
CURIOUS FIGURES Loneliness is a sin That clearly lacks Love Bears fear and doubt And seals a heart to sorrow Happiness is not some 'thing' It is more a part of you That could shine forth everyday Positively generating to all Truth is like the Sun Shining on and through all THINGS So to, the Limitless Power of NOW Reflecting Love's all unifying power Thus, Love is the real test of character As it is demonstrated by the Freed World Dancer There's you, there's me, and that should make US Within, the possibility, that all this is real. SIGHT CONSCIOUSNESS From the advantage point Of the Center of the Cube Finite perceiving infinite Vibration and fidelity surmise Whilst White Light appearing Currents in constant motion Oh self-sustained star Oh breadth of life Involution/evolution The Eternal Thought Fitted by this Consciousness Through this center I AM. RESTLESSNESS Frigid night winds Tapping upon my window Causing me to wake To stir and fall off again Little squares of light Window panes set ablaze With the radiance of the Sun Spilling the new dawn early Wandering morning dream Rendering a dreamy haze Whilst coloring so real As to fill my mind's eye Painted pictures adorn Of still life's ease Of storybook characters Filled with subconscious glee While rancorous tic-tocks run wild Secretly securing time's offense Waiting figures approach Ready to sound their eerie lullaby songs. TOOLS OF THE MICROCOSM Nature unaided fails So a Mediator is needed A Microcosm within the Macrocosm Man, equipped with Intelligence, Compassion, as his tools Man's mental imagery and desire Is in addition to Natural Evolution Nature is thus transformed See Rotation, Volition, Involution It is Sound Vibration that Manifests As all things, of this World For the Universe is Mental As Vibratory Conscious Living Energy Thought into Limitless Forms/All Centers of Expression Our sense of 'Being', is an Image Itself Held Consciously and very Mutable Even as the New Cells of the Body Are direction reflections of our Thoughts Microcosm is the Image, THE ALMIGHTY ONE has expressed Anything is possible for a Microcosm, for he is not really the Doer One must remain Receptive, instead of resisting and self-centered Death is no longer an enemy, but, a friend Life is spent seeking Experience, not material possessions And so, I work on honing my skills in using all my GOD given tools. TENDERNESS WINS Tenderness Tends To Tolerate Totals While Women Wander Wonderingly Within Boundless Bundles Battle Bleakly Beneath Feelings Flair Finding Forgotten Friends. IMPORTANT IMPULESES Moments spent Are moments gone Moments gone Are but moments of memories Some moments of taunting despair Moments of taunt reveal So tired of eyes from behind false walls With just to be now The only answer to find Whatever the required form Time no longer exists And the numbers released are many. A LITTLE TRYING IN THE SUN A willful smile of Sunshine Upon oceans of years it shines With inwardly cleansings of sin and fear Hearts begin to re-bloom and unfold again While colored eyes rain their selfish tears On flesh or vibrating pews as judgment sees Of seasons told of by wise and liberated souls Blessed from the highest On High Upon the path of sparkling light. THE DEVINE OPUS Engines of Time May roar in and out But are no match For the turbines of the Mind With Limitlessness providing no shore No beginning, no ending With Light sublime Where Oneness is All Through many colored rays Illuminating the corridors And the doors, the windows, the steps See where all leads back Through countless reflections Of Color, of Sound To the Darkness of Nothingness Only to start over again.
WHAT ARE LEADERS THINKING? Are the anesthetizing words of their speeches having their desired affect? Is the public so taken in, so as to be fooled and mislead Questions being answered by questions so as to confuse Is it true, people hear only what they want to hear Slippery and subtly evasive, hard to put your finger upon Promise them anything, for when things don't quite turn out right There's always plenty blame to spread around, like fog or haze These leaders, all well educated, connected and far from poor or ordinary They feed upon fear, our hopes, pushing all the right buttons They leave public office, almost every one, wealthier then when they were elected They write the Laws in their unique and oblique language Some genuinely retain their loyalty to the people to the end Their records should speak volumes on their character But, with all the fanfare and Life being what it is today Do we know by what they say, by their past acts, how and to whom they really pray? MAGICIAN'S WAND Laws as governing Creation continues now Carrying all possibilities Within the Eternal Womb Brought into manifestation Of Name and Form All is affected None outstanding Whether conscious of Or deceived you may be Your lot in life is counted As the Seasons rotate Lo, if thou knows not What this truth can free For dormant you may remain As fooled by 'slight of hand' Thy will be unfulfilled So you be a master of none The magician understands His eyes closed in faithful concentration Wand raised high toward the sky Disciplined in thought and action He knows what it takes for his garden to bloom Focused, he stands between Earth and Heaven.
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