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Poetry
by Ron Van Dyke
The world is
changing—I want you to see:
The way it has been is
not how it will be.
As the old passes away,
gives birth to the new,
A surprise
transformation co-created by few.
The world of Truth is a
world of Light;
Replacing the lies,
dawn bursting from night.
False rulers chagrined,
their anger and rage,
Their plans lie in
ashes at the start of an age.
So powerful they seemed
to the whole human race,
Till the truth was
revealed that all had to face.
They lied and they
schemed, conspired to kill
The love and the
hope…imposing their will.
They were the Ego’s
grandest display;
Desiring control,
they’d lost their way.
Life’s flow was
stronger, empowering souls,
Bringing end to the
slavery, and all ego goals.
A heavenly host
responding to cries,
Shifted the pattern to
mankind’s surprise.
They joined with the
dreamers, the people of vision,
Standing in unity and
ending derision.
From the clouds, from
the skies, from within and below,
New realities appeared;
new energy did flow.
Showing forth for all
time, the triumph of peace;
Prosperity for all, as
all wars could now cease.
Somehow we could see
beyond the charade,
What Reality’s
support had always displayed.
So we focused and
focused, and what did we see?
We’d all been
deceived; yet we all could be free.
A phoenix reborn from
ashes and dust,
Recommitting ourselves,
we saw what we must.
Beyond the illusion,
yet within the grand game:
Mirrors, more mirrors,
all images the same.
Looking back we
recalled our journey towards home,
All the pitfalls and
dangers through which we did roam.
We walked long in
darkness, and often in fear,
Alone life after
lifetime, year after year.
Our helpers though
present, seemed out of our reach,
Unseen and unheard, we
could feel the breach.
Separated from good, or
so it did seem;
We played the victims,
a nightmarish dream.
Oh, how we longed to be
in control;
And beating our masters
was our greatest goal.
We schemed and we
plotted, we just would not quit.
We longed for the
answer…didn’t know we were it.
The hope of the world
on our shoulders did lie:
The call to create a
new day by and by.
Shaking and trembling
every doubt would arise,
As we wondered and
worried if God heard our cries.
By grace some
remembered that we were gods too…
Beyond the delusion of
intoxicating brew.
We were spirits made
flesh in the limits of time;
Infinite, eternal, oh
how sublime!
Beyond our own masks,
beyond our charade,
We saw the design that
we too had made.
We saw that the they,
we all liked to accuse,
Somehow was us—it all
was just a ruse.
We saw that the answer
was not in a fight,
But in letting our
fears step into the Light.
Allowing our shadow to
speak to our heart,
And bring us its gifts
that were here from the start.
How often we ran; how
often we hid;
Unwilling to open and
peer ‘neath the lid.
Resisting,
denying…this cannot be me!
I'd rather blame them
for what I can see
Revelation for many:
we're each found in all.
We had forgotten,
though now we recall.
Remembering, we
awakened, saw darkness: the gift;
Stepped into the Void,
which gave us a lift
To a realm of
connection, unity and love…
Everything made one:
below and above.
No more division, and
certainly no blame…
We had all played
roles, whatever their name.
Forgiving myself was
surely the key
To birth that new world
from inside of me.
Perspective was gained;
my vibration was raised—
Finding the treasure
before so unfazed.
Now we could see a new
civilization
Where harmony and truth
would guide every nation.
Sometimes I say
"I," yet always it's "we"
Who create this new
world where all can be free.
Interconnected,
unselfishly serving,
From the vision of Life
always unswerving.
Each for the other, and
all for the One.
This paradigm is here:
a new world’s begun.
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