The weeping of the Soul

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A chance encounter
On life’s high seas
Washed me up on the shore
Of Love’s outer boundary
The jagged edges of memory
Leaves scars on my skin
You read them like Braille
In the moonless night
Watching my formless past
Disappear like crumpled paper
Into a wastepaper bin
A rainbow of thought
Escapes from my lips
You smile at the sonorous sounds
Inaudible yet clear on my face
You understand the unfinished lines
The patchwork of emotions
Humming quietly between the words
The order of the mind
Braids our lives like golden threads
From the weeping of the soul

Collette OMahony

 

image: Brooke Shaden Photography

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The Beast

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The beast is on the prowl tonight

Circling the remains of the day

I see him flash in your eyes

Assessing flesh and limb

He murmurs in accented syllables

Words to conceal his intent

His eyes dart from face to face

Seeking out a fresh scent

He marks his territory

With platitude and flattery

Disemboweling truth and respect

His mark is upon your brow

And you obey the roar of his loins

Then hibernate in a cave of remorse

To digest carnivorous despair

I feel you coiled in anxious pose

Between the navel and the soul

Poised to spring into action

When arrogance opens the door

 

Summer Storm

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Dark clouds move rapidly across the sky

An ominous portent for the oncoming storm

Swallows dart in quick succession

Performing acrobats in a weather circus

Sun scorched leaves swirl to the ground

Branches exercise the flexibility of their range

Now and then the sun beams its way

Pass the white and grey moving patchwork

Revealing an undercoat of pale blue

Books rapidly fan their pages on a garden table

Telling their stories to the easterly wind

Late blooms nod vigorously to the trees

Clipped hedges shift uneasily in their formal attire

New patterns are formed in a whirlpool of greens

Framed by a moving backdrop of beech trees

The thick grey cover unleashes its contents

Crashing down on roof and stone

Deeply penetrating nature’s green cover

Replenishing her seasonal reservoir

Raising new life and fertilising hope

 

Collette OMahony

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Perfect Manifestation

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The perfect manifestation process works in this way; the outer mind receives intuition on the perfect plan, the Light Being adds the radiance of love on receiving the image, and it manifests in the physical realm. The perfect plan is released at intervals when the optimum moment comes, and the Light Being knows this and trusts the process completely. There is no decision making process involved.

This is how the manifestation works in a human being under the duress of its mutated entity; the outer mind receives an image of the perfect plan and the entity intercepts it. The mental part of the entity analyzes and judges the image and reduces it to a mental construct, then through the process of interpretation and conclusion a decision is reached. The emotional part of the entity adds fear or desire to the image. Fear is added if it is judged to be outside the limits of the entity’s safety zone, and desire is added if the entity feels it is something that will enhance its outer image in the physical realm. The image received from the perfect plan is filtered down and reduced to a thought process that must fit in with the entity’s bank of knowledge before it can be accepted. If the idea is outside the entity’s accepted field of knowledge, it is discarded, or in some cases put in another metal concept labelled fantasy or wishful thinking. There is also another concept opposite to fantasy called ‘dread’, this holds the entity’s worst fears of what might happen to it. The greatest fear in this category is one of the biggest taboos for humans; death.

The Light Being knows it is eternal and that life is a continual experience. The human being under the influence of the mutated entity believes he is subject to death. This belief arises from the entity’s control of the outer mind, because it knows when light essence leaves the body, my-story ends. Life never ends, it only changes form. Those attached to form, experience ‘death’. Light Beings experience eternal life.

From ‘Reflection of Love & Light’ A collection of poetry & prose, by Collette OMahony

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LOVE

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LOVE…

Love is life
Love is unity
Love is one
Love is purity

Love is true
Love is sublime
Love is now
Love is Divine

 

Love clears pain
Love clears fear
Love clears doubt
Love clears tears

Love is misread
Love is misused
Love is mistaken
Love is abused

Love needs no thing
Love needs no cry
Love needs no bugle
Love needs no reply

Love never grows cold
Love never grows weary
Love never gets old
Love never gets bleary

Love sees no strangers
Love is never alone
Love sees no dangers
Love is always at Home

Love has no boundaries, turrets or wall
Love has no favourites, welcoming all
Love is no fantasy and needs no parade
Love is no odyssey and needs no charade

Love is freedom out on a wing
Love is not bought by material things
Love is true union before the world came
Love clouded over to cover man’s shame

Love’s sweet surrender shall awaken the mind
Love’s true remembrance, will history unwind
Love shall restore the truth that was lost
Love shall replenish the earth’s human cost

Love in its truth shall cause celebration
Love shall bring the soul’s revelation
Love shall not mourn the passing of time
Love shall erupt through infinity lines

Love is to light, what woman’s to man
Love includes both of them in the plan
Love is the spirit that partners the mind
Love rejoices as true partners entwine

Love is eternal
Love is the Lamb
Love is the kernel
Love is I AM

Poem from ‘REFLECTIONS OF LOVE & LIGHT’ by Collette OMahony