The Frayed Angels.

The frayed angels shed their wings and descend into earth’s turmoil
Burying their sunlight in a cloth of sleek and willing flesh
that... incomplete forever
wanders the thirsty deserts of unrequited desire

In dreams sometimes we touch that place of peace where longing ends
Where the long road of countless sleeps beckons into the cross roads of awakening

The punishment of separation ends the slaughter of innocence
the ravaged hearts and faces of those who lost their love
there is nothing in this life so sweet
as the touch ... the embrace of one who has come across all the vastness of lifetimes
To lie tranquil in your arms
It is as close to paradise as we are permitted to come here...

The casual couplings
The lust of power to possess  are only shadows of this love
Ceremonies of torment and loss
For the more one desires
The greater the effort to have and discard
The greater the distance from ones own heart
Every living thing struggles to hold to that one memory of themselves
...in which the candle of love burned
however briefly... ..so brightly

All doubt and hate are merely faith and love suppressed
And the inability to love
Worse than any death

Death being only the boat that sails us through and into the fields of eternal peace
not even the worst of us can avoid this forever
it for this mercy alone that forever exists

There is nothing that you can do for which he will not forgive you

I wish only that I might linger all of my days in love
Forging that bond that spans all time and change
and washes away for all time
The weakness and stupidities of my fear

Fear,
which is all that has ever stood between me and the ones I loved

Fear
that has made a lie so many times Of the living truth
I AM Like all of you
An embodiment of god

All possibilities at birth were delivered into our hands
yet we give ourselves into subjugation to our servants for ridicule and confinement

Cast out from the castles  from where we as kings and queens ruled all things
...from within the temple of the heart
Cast out into the trackless wastes of our own confusions,
.. amnesia driven hungry and alone
While those created to serve us spill our wine,
eat our food
and laugh at the ignorance  that has closed our eyes to the beauty of ourselves

Never again will I let myself be tormented by fear
the love killer ....the life killer

Death of a sort comes to us all
No matter who we are we cannot escape that
We can only accept and wonder
To whom did it happen?

Let go all chains that hold the image down
Earth does not speak unless the spirit flames these times in which we live
Dance like some drunken jester on the edge of the abyss
Great things are within our reach even as we wait,
we can see...  the first glimmer of that dawn
..for which so long we have waited to see.

It has nearly broken me...
But nothing is beyond repair

Truly let this moment be your last moment of regret
Let your heart see that you have not touched the best times yet
Take back your wings no longer frayed and fallen
let us rise and soar as if no one had ever gone before.

The Frayed Angels.Visible Stream of Consciousness

Rooted in Fear

There is fear of just about everything. People are even afraid of being too happy. In different human beings, fear is at different levels. In some, fear is very apparent. In others, it is subdued and hidden, but it is there. So, what is the basis of fear?

IMG 2605, a photo by Images @ Melonpopzdropz on Flickr.

One day, two men from the gas company were taking meter readings. They parked their truck at one end of the alley and started working through toward the other end. One was a senior employee; the other was a young recruit. When they reached the last house, they checked the meter while the woman in the house watched them through the window. After they finished, the senior man said, "Now, just to prove that age won't stop me from running faster than you, let's race to the truck. Let's see who will make it first." They ran full blast, and when they just reached the truck, they stopped. Right behind them the woman came huffing and puffing, trying to keep up with them. They looked back at her and asked, "Why are you running behind us?" She said, "I was watching you take the reading of my meter. When two gas men run so desperately, I thought I'd better run too."

One aspect of fear is that it is cultural. It is just contagious; it grows among people. But even for that to happen, fear has to ignite in a human being first. Suppose you were the first human being on this planet. Obviously, there would be no buildings and no heating systems. Suddenly it becomes cold, it starts raining and you are all wet. Then thunder comes, lightening, forest fires and wind -- you don't know what is happening, where everything is coming from and where it is going. The first thing that arises in you is fear, because you do not know the beginning or the end of what is happening.

Even now, it is the same reality. The existence and survival of your tiny body in this vast existence is constantly under threat every moment. That is one level of fear, physical survival. But the existence of your personality -- you as a person -- is also constantly threatened by the social situations in which you live. Not just out on the street, but even in your house.

In your family, somebody is always stepping on you; maybe not physically, but in so many other ways. Physically, you are so small that you may be ignored, but personality-wise, you are quite big. In your workplace or in your family, you have spread yourself wide and people keep stepping on you, so there is constantly a fear of extinction or damage. So the personality is even more threatened than the little body. The little body being threatened can be managed if you create reasonably safe physical situations, but your personality being under threat is always on.

The root of your fear is just that whichever way you exist -- as a physical being or as a personality -- you exist as a limited human being. When you exist as a limitation, there is always a possibility that somebody will prick the bubble. Spirituality means you want to prick the bubble yourself. You don't want to wait for your boss to do it, your mother-in-law to do it, your neighbor to do it, or the devil to do it; you want to do it yourself. If you burst the bubble, if you stop experiencing yourself as a limited person or a limited body, if your experience extends beyond that, you will see the basis of fear has been taken away from you. Absence of fear naturally leads to a blissful existence.
an article beautifully written by Bharat Chaudhary 2012


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