Om Mani Padme Hum
Looking for love
In all the wrong places…
Sex, drugs, alcohol…
Looking for love…
Please, “hear” me
These are cries
To “feel” loved
Simple
These things are
Only my sweet one seeking love,
The love the holy child felt
As it abided in its truth…
Home…
One with abba
All that is…
Yet birthed into earth
This holy child was
Lost, alone
Confused…
So,
The journey that keeps your forever
Looking for love
outside of you
Will in time
Bring you to your knees
And
Then
in that magical
Moment
You will seek for ME
Within….
Then,
The old ways of seeking love
Will start to fall away
As toys outgrown…
Put in a closet
For the next newborn child…
And the journey home
Begins now…
Allow your cracks,
All your wonderings
Allow your moment when
You look at the world of illusion
And say
“nothing here could possibly be real”
Except the love
That I know I feel within me…
I am seeking to find a mirror
That reflects it
Outside of me!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, then and only then
Do you start the journey
Where eventually you will
Come to “know”
That outside will never
Bring you what
Lies within….
And
You accept this….
Yes
Accepting this
allows you to drop the world
And choose only for
Our
Holiest union……….
Be at peace my
Sweet holy child
Jeshua/denisa
The True Sound of Truth (Love)
An old story speaks of finding truth(love).
A devoted meditator, after years concentrating on a particular mantra, had attained enough insight to begin teaching. The student's humility was far from perfect, but the teachers at the monastery were not worried.
A few years of successful teaching left the meditator with no thoughts about learning from anyone; but upon hearing about a famous hermit living nearby, the opportunity was too exciting to be passed up.
The hermit lived alone on an island at the middle of a lake, so the meditator hired a man with a boat to row across to the island. The meditator was very respectful of the old hermit. As they shared some tea made with herbs the meditator asked him about his spiritual practice. The old man said he had no spiritual practice, except for a mantra which he repeated all the time to himself. The meditator was pleased: the hermit was using the same mantra he used himself -- but when the hermit spoke the mantra aloud, the meditator was horrified!
"What's wrong?" asked the hermit.
"I don't know what to say. I'm afraid you've wasted your whole life! You are pronouncing the mantra incorrectly!"
"Oh, Dear! That is terrible. How should I say it?"
The meditator gave the correct pronunciation, and the old hermit was very grateful, asking to be left alone so he could get started right away. On the way back across the lake the meditator, now confirmed as an accomplished teacher, was pondering the sad fate of the hermit.
"It's so fortunate that I came along. At least he will have a little time to practice correctly before he dies." Just then, the meditator noticed that the boatman was looking quite shocked, and turned to see the hermit standing respectfully on the water, next to the boat.
"Excuse me, please. I hate to bother you, but I've forgotten the correct pronunciation again. Would you please repeat it for me?"
"You obviously don't need it," stammered the meditator; but the old man persisted in his polite request until the meditator relented and told him again the way he thought the mantra should be pronounced.
The old hermit was saying the mantra very carefully, slowly, over and over, as he walked across the surface of the water back to the island.
http://www.dharma- haven.org/ tibetan/meaning- of-om-mani- padme-hung. htm
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