May Poetic Darts Of Love Set Us Free! 🙏

May Poetic Darts Of Love Set Us Free! 🙏

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We go out to sea and throw our nets out into the vastness of the sea and gather that which heals our hearts and spirits

From the net are incandescent jewels, treasures of the spirit. 

What we pull in is that which already abides within us.

There is no doing

Poems of the heart and spirit arise in an unforced way and abide unfixed 

Poems cannot be pinned down

Poems are birthed through us when our hearts are open

Poems are fearless

Poems have their own life

Poems have absolutely nothing to do with "me"

Poems move on the winds of spirit

Poems like darts go out and touch hearts

Poems are miracles

We can travel with poems as long as we don't hold on.

When we hold on or get "fixed' then we fall upon  rocks that ripple waves of suffering throughout this world .

Poems are antidotes to being trapped in a one l dimensional world of text

Poems have whatever necessary to benefit all beings and everyone differently according to their needs

Sometimes poems and people don't get along. 

People can do anything to a poem.

They can hate it, try to destroy it but the poem can't be destroyed.

The poem has equanimity with all beings. 

Poems do discrimination.

Yet there can be naughty poems

Poems don't hate though as the dark Shamans learned in the dawn of human consciousness,  the twilight before our fall into the ignorance of a "fixed self"

We fixed and we were ashamed in the garden naked. 

We were never "fixed" before the fall

We abided in a state that can't be spoken of without poetry, 

From the beginning of history we have now arrived in the twilight of this corrupt,  defiled dying world which is  a great dead beast dead long enough to stink

he worldly vultures of death are picking the bones white 

Can you taste time breaking down like dust in your mouth? 

At first we gag then vomit up all the lies, trauma, anything that holds us back

Poems of spirit ultimately purify us the artifacts of the mundane spirit 

Poems soars to the heavens free of time and space

Poems cast off the sickness of the "fixed" that we grasp or repel

Free of these trappings poems soar like a bird to the heavens, swim like a fishes under the seas of the unconscious , yet it does all and nothing at all which is the essence of "unfixed" being, doing without doing, spontaneously manifesting. 

Poems abide and not abide at the same time. 

The appearances we see are like dream waterfalls , they flow over everything because the appearances we see are "not fixed."

Look in the 🪞 mirror and look

The mirror holds your appearance like a poem holds meanings. 

Neither can you touch or possess

A poem is not impermanent in the same way we are. 

Homer left us long ago but his poetic songs live on

Poems have much longer life expectancy than humans and require all health care

Poems are exempt from being drafted to war

Try to hit it a poems

your hand goes right through and ask yourself how did I find myself in this space as your hand smashes into one's illusion of the fixed which brings the illusion of being, the illusion of birth, the illusion of life the illusion of death of family,  the illusion of beings, the earth, nothing is not illusion, yet everything appears and this it what all the great spiritual traditions,  mystery schools,  the Greek initiation mysteries and the temple of Delphi, all upon this central mystery where we dream our way across the stars and then as shooting stars we fall back into the great slumber until the return. 

The great return is inconceivable love. It is Christ,  the Buddha, sages of the Tao,  the poetic singing Shamans, the warrior poets of love, the poet warriors of old, all the true teachers of spirit

Poetry refracts crystalline unfixed meanings like rainbows going in all directions

True poems have "legs and can walk" as Dylan says

Oh poems are all of this and so much more

What is the heart of the poem where one is liberated 

The magic abides unfixed in the silent spaces as words have reached their limits to retract new meanings

It is from places of unfixed silence where poetry is birthed

Let your poems fly in all directions as darts of love. 

May the love darts melt the frozen heart. 

The heart waters that now flow

Let us let go and surrender to love

In the great poetic awakening my we all recognize we are one and we flow to the sea of love ultimately

I have faith that poems save

"I was once lost but now I am found was blind but now can see"

Amazing Grace

I return now casting my nets

May we all cast our nets and be set free! 🙏🙏🙏

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Written by David Arndt on September 2, 2022.

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