Reflections
by John WorldPeace
Copyright 1970-2002 by John WorldPeace
Houston, Texas USA
All rights reserved
I bring you a world of everything
because I think
everything is.
Flow with it.
It's only a window.
go inside,
depart from
where I was.
Marvel for a moment
at your own
thoughts.
Know
there are no limitations,
everything is.
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Out of the darkness
of All There Is
gathered the five
of All That Was.
The five
faced inward and
begin to chant-
Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
Tom Tom Tom
From their chants,
came a fog
in the center
of the five.
Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
Tom Tom Tom
beat the drums
from the distant
All That Was.
The five that were
echoed through
the great Universal void
returning from
what and where.
The five focused
and the white mist grew
brighter and whiter
clearer and condensed.
The All There Is
became
Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
Tom Tom Tom
The vibration of
the All That Was
traverses the
here and there.
The chanting All That Were
fired the All That Is
and the All There Is
became more
and more.
The five
began to go
to where they are,
the All There Is
was birthed again.
Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
Tom Tom Tom;
fading echoes
conserved by
All There Is
The color of blue
was syphoned out of
the void of nothing;
the nothing of
All There Was.
Came red and yellow
from black and white
from
Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
Tom Tom Tom.
From the cold,
came the hot.
The cold of All That Was
became the hot of
All There Is.
In the time of ancients
forever past
was the hot of
All There Is.
Now comes the
swing left of the
tick tock
the perfect balance
of a to z.
The fire was ignited
once again;
the roar of fire,
the geometric roar
and roar and roar
throughout,
permeating the All There Was;
the birthing
All There Is.
Time is near;
the explosion
of the Universal
starters gun.
All That Will Be
awaits the starter's boom;
coming soon,
coming soon,
the coming booming.
Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy
Tom Tom Tom
a memory remembered loud
in the All There Is to be.
Roaring
Roaring
Then boom,
it races across
the endless All
waking all and each
to the new eon;
to the white
of the black
The boom is
now and gone.
The speed of now
everywhere at once;
All There Is
is now
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I hitch my mind
to the starlight
of my soul
and go for a
speed of light ride.
Over the dust I go
and then up and out
of the solar system.
I slow
pause
then drive
back through
my original trajectory.
Again and again
I go enjoying
pure speed.
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The other side of the midnight
is yellow, red and blue.
Universes of color;
color universes
dot the
midnight Indigo All.
Infinite colored lights
merging into
indigo dark;
the earth turns day's
yellow, red and blue
into the dark of
twinkling night.
Color-
light and dark,
dark then light
Color,
light and dark,
influencing our
carnate and incarnate
existences.
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The Dark Eagle
climbs high in the sky
on vibrations of heat.
He soars above the earth
I leap
and find myself a
vantage point
above his crown.
He knows I am there
but only by sense.
I carry no physical weight.
I connect with his being
and become
all that he is.
I stretch out to the
tips of his wings
and absorb the sun's heat
on his back.
The hot wind
passes his head
and warms his spirit.
He soars
with eyes fixed
in a contemplative trance
but noticing all
that moves on
the earth's floor.
Two beings
has this magnificent one;
The physical being that
hunts from the arid sky,
the etheric spirit that
trances during this
high riding.
I connect
with his spiritual being
and he connects with mine
but we use his body,
his eagle.
He is all that I am;
our spirits are equals
He is not I
and I am not him
but our spirits
come from that same
reality.
We do not communicate.
There is nothing to say.
In this space
we are all knowing
but concentrating
on the ride.
We trance;
seeing All There Is,
seeing all the earth
with our spiritual eyes.
Riding upon the eagle,
He is the trip commander.
He steers the body
He stays attuned to
the earth.
We observe the earth
but we intercept
the All There Is.
The noise of the earth
is far away,
only the wind
dully sings
over slick feathers.
Only the rush of air-
calming as the silent
rivers flow below;
a space of peaceful
flowing
We soar and glide
and soar and sail.
Hours pass,
then the magnificent bird
dives on his prey.
Violence comes;
screams
and pain.
I break away
and the eagle's spirit
returns to guide
his host
at this critical moment.
I do not say goodbye,
nor does he.
Like two very old friends,
we go our separate ways
without the formal
farewells.
We return home
from whence we came;
renewed and pure.
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Who wrote the notes?
Who wrote the songs?
Who sand the words?
Who heard the melody?
Who built the earth?
Who set it spinning?
Who gave it life?
Who said, "well done"?
Who set the seas?
Who colored the waters?
Who breathed in the life?
Who saw the beauty?
Who bounded the Universe?
Who formulated the width and breath?
Who said I will
and smiled?
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Comes up the moon,
the celestial pearly sphere,
up up into the
starry night.
I walk the forest trail:
the moon down the lane
hovering over the
path I will take.
The slow motion of the
Universal clock
moves the orb
over my head
and behind
my perception.
There'll be other nights
but doubtful it is
that the moon will
climb in front, over
and behind my path.
On this night in future years,
I will be on other paths
for I have already
traveled this one.
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The clear glass tiger
stalks across
the Universe.
His etheric self
is made of glass
but his essence
is of the
hunter of the
night.
What a commanding
spirit you have,
so much power
defining a pure soul of light.
I feel your presence
as you go silently by.
You are about
the business of
your place in
this destiny.
As you move along
in the universal etheric jungle,
I watch you go;
marbeling in wonderment
at the glass tiger
that you are.
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In the ancient long ago,
in the dark stone corridors,
down stone ramps,
proceed the
Pharaoh's
death attendants.
Each carrying
memories of this earth
in bars and boxes
of gold and silver.
Slowly they move,
each and all,
as music permeates
the sacred walls-
flutes and
bell and chime.
The familiar
cats of eternal life
life cry out.
Each
moves to his place
of honor
forever to be
sealed in stone.
They give their bodies assured
of rebirth in a new life.
They morn for
those who must continue
to bear weight of this heavy plane.
I watch the procession.
I remember the walk.
I come to my place
in the golden chair.
I rest my golden box
upon my lap
and prepare my
soul for its
freedom.
I watch
those who come after me
take their stations.
As in the life of our beloved,
we shall seat our bodies
forever in his presence.
The doors close
and huge stones
seal this magnificent tomb.
Oil burns in the golden lamps
as each soul purposes
to cut
the silver cord.
They await.
I rise up
with the golden
box in hand.
I look at each.
I say goodbye
to each,
missing none.
I nod my head
and each bites
the bitter pill.
Then one by one,
they release their
soul.
I walk about,
placing each one
in his life position-
my steward assists
He returns to his place
and takes the bitter
pill between his lips.
I reach out
to touch him
one last time.
I look at his soul
through his black eyes.
We say farewell
and he sets free
his soul.
His body slumps.
I hold for a
moment then
stand.
I gaze about the chamber
that rests in perfect silence
and perfect beauty of
all the earth
deems worthy
I begin to
cover the light
but instead move to my
chair.
Long I sit
in contemplation
of this life
I have completed;
And in thought
of the pain of
new rebirth
again upon this earth.
This life has been full.
It has held and touched
all that was dear in
4543 BC.
Now I prepare
to lay it
aside.
I feel all who
have gone before,
calling my light
to join them
in the journey
home.
I cover the four lamps
and leave the fifth
at the center burning
The stone is cold
but the room is warm.
I linger a bit longer
not afraid
for I know
the door of death
so well.
I have been here before
at the end of life
with the choice
to linger and contemplate
moment more.
I remember
Yahweh
in the other
star system.
I remember
its exquisite beauty:
I remember.
In this room
merge two dimensions;
two lives so so
far apart.
I linger in the memories
until I can no longer
hold my companions.
I bite the pill
and begin to
float upward.
I watch the room
below and I watch
the other lights
follow mine.
We leave the
solid dark of the pyramid
and traverse the
light blue sky.
We travel
out of this dimension
as we move
out of the atmosphere
and into the
Universal night.
It is only then
that I turn
my being
to the magnificent
cocoon of perfection.
I return to the light
from whence I came
and to which I
always return.
The light that was only
two at first light,
I return to the
billions that are
of me;
that are my
true life
I enter
the large
opening forever
again marveling
at the magnificent
beauty of Light.
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I ride the wind
and sweep forth on its crest,
down hills
and up thuderheads.
Breaking free,
I pierce ahead
untouched by the atmosphere.
Around the world
I move.
I am a thin vapor
alone as I think
from here to there,
from beginning
to end and back.
I return home
with a sudden jolt
to this body
that I have been given
for awhile.
I know not why
I escape
or why I come back.
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I hear the music of the earth
in its subtle notes.
The earth slowly rolls
to an infinite number of songs
in perfect harmony.
I tune in
and hear my own self sing.
I tune in
and join the peace
in perfect step.
I join in and flow along.
Then I float,
then I sail,
then I glide along,
lost within the perfect harmony,
part of the perfect tune.
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Butterflies wings
fold and unfold
as light forms
move across the
etheric All There Is.
With each folding
of the wings
comes a heartbeat
traversing the
Universal All.
In giant waves,
they cross the
cosmic indigo.
The undulating
folding and unfolding,
the coming together
and apart,
gives life and motion
to The All There Is.
Waves of etheric
peace and turmoil
move from now to forever
toward the edges
of the infinite.
Oh, how I love
to ride these
infinite butterflies,
to climb aboard
their being
to find a space
with many
from many places,
oh, the soul's celebration
as we move through
all of creation,
as we tour
God's All There Is.
Oh, what joy and peace,
what love and beauty,
Oh, how wonderful
to be a part.
How wonderful
just
to be.
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Formless shapes
march in endless
ranks and files.
As far as I can imagine,
I see them moving
across the vapor.
I think that I am stationary.
But to them I must be moving.
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Far out in the cosmic realm
of stars and galaxies of stars,
I sail my ship of soul
through the wonderful
waves of creative
consciousness.
I sail in and out
and through the peaceful
waves of light year size.
The universe seems infinite
and my long riding
will never experience
more than a
minute piece
during this
lifetime.
In my infinite existence,
the All There Is will
always be more infinite
than I.
I am all
of the All There Is.
But as my
physical reality attunes
itself to this
physical place,
and as my etheric conscious
reality
attunes itself to
that etheric plane,
I find that my
ability to be consious
of all of me
and all of all
at once
will require
much growth-
almost infinite
expanding.
When I come
to that place of all,
I will then and only then
catch a brief
and limited understanding
of my God
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The doors of death
are shallow;
for some a mere second,
no time to prepare;
For others an eternity,
a journey begun too soon.
A thousand deaths
we each die.
A million doors
crowd our futures.
Some are shallow:
some are deep.
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Lost memories
flow in the
ancient past.
Through forests
of the ancient
earth, I travel;
A spark of light
traveling over the swamps,
green and tall,
and palm like trees.
On toward the dark
blue purple mountain, I go.
The air is cool
and the sun
has set.
So, so long ago,
so few humans
and so few spirits
have experienced
this plane.
The earth in its awakening,
I was there;
new, new as the earth.
Old as time
but new born on this earth,
how wonderful were those
times of
pure energy;
the time when
light beings could
travel this plane
unremarkable.
Now the evolved eye
of me
voids all this out
and the lights
that traverse
the earth are ignored.
I loved the earth
when it was a garden.
I loved the
awakening earth.
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Blue crystal mountains
materializing in
balls of orange fire;
The ice blue mountains
sitting on the balls of fire.
The ice crystals
will not melt
nor the fire be smothered out.
Fire and Ice;
together,
apart.
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The stars twinkle in the Heavens
luring all those who
have been called
to their distant
stations.
The mind travels to the stars,
quicker than the eye can
focus on it.
Few will go.
even those who can will not go
because they will not
believe what they preceive.
They will not believe
because it can't be
proved.
Few realize
what comes from perception;
the tranquility
of the trip.
The reality,
the proveable reality,
is irrelevant.
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The fairy lights
twinkly in the
moonlit night.
They dance to and fro
and work happiness
as a spider spins
a web;
The joy in the darting
and blinking,
the beauty of the
tiny colored lights.
Tonight is a special night:
the One has awakened
and begins to become
aware.
His eyes contain
the universal galaxy,
all the starts
of All There Is.
The lights sparkle in his eyes:
the lights of wisdom and knowledge
applied with love
all delicately buckle.
Oh, the joy.
The tiny ones
burn bright this night.
The time has indeed come.
The light comes
again to the earth
and darkness
hides in dark places.
The light of the comet
begins to burn.
The sparkles of its
tail begins to caress
all the earth.
The light awakens
the light
and All those of the light
awaken as well.
The time has come.
The time has come.
The time of blessings
and love
and love of light.
The fairy lights
twinkle in the
moon lit night.
The moon beams dance
on earth's dark floor
and All on the Earth
begins to rejoice.
All on the earth
turn on their lights.
All on earth
share their essence light
and join in
a matrix of
universal light
covering the spinning ball.
An ethic sun
is lighted.
Another beacon of light
is founded
in the
universal sea.
I breathe in vapors
and blow out light.
I build light.
I intensify my soul.
I move
toward that ancient peace.
I help build
that creating
light.
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I here sit
in these modern times
and modern places
but under the light
of lavender
candle burning.
I sit illuminated
by the light
of hot wax burning.
How many yesteryears
in lives gone past
have I written
within the candlelight?
Many times
many.
I here reflect
in a modern place
with old light.
The light that
has always
expanded my world.
The Light
from whence
I began.
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The night comes
and the cold air
closes tight
against the
stone house.
I sit close
to the yellow orange fire.
I huddle close
to the warm;
my eyes
bonded
to the
flickering flame.
I leave my
corporal blood and bone
and glide outside
into the
cold crisp
moonlit
starry night.
I am naked
in my ghostly
misty vaporous
vibration.
I move down
the path.
My omnipotent
self moves out,
left and right
up and down.
I touch All There Is.
I reach up to the
moon and beyond
to the planets and stars.
I expand
and expand,
free of my
mortal container.
I
dilate
a couple hundred
thousand miles.
I sit on the
white bright
moon
and look
at the sun
behind the
earth.
I scan
the earth
until I find
a small stone house.
I move inside
and see a
huddled me
looking
into the fire
at my soul
sitting on the moon
in the yellow
orange light.
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The hand fan
moves the air
about my
face; cooling
as the sweat
evaporates;
The pretty fan
with pretty flowers
of lavender
gold
and blue burgandy
white.
I also move
the etheric
vibrations
and create
those flowered
vibrations
all about my
face and crown.
The disturbed air cools
my face
while the painted flowers
are like cool mint
caressing my
spiritual brain.
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Yellow balls of fire
traverse the invisible
theater of my fantasy.
Red roses of love
pass
quickly behind.
From right
to left they
come and
go;
Oranges, apples,
white clap board houses,
blue summer skies,
and white capped,
endless waves.
Over the waters
to the sun,
past the clouds
out of the
atmosphere,
into the cosmic night
again and again I go
leaping upon
any thought
and catapulting
into Forever.
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I chase the incense
smoke into the
celestial vapor
of the
omnipotent
presence.
I ride
and roll
twist
and turn
out of this
reality.
Up, up
and out;
disipating
grain by grain
my spiritual
brain.
Dissolving
discretely
into the
cosmic
mystic
vibration,
I reachout
disintegrating,
cleansing
my soul,
bathing my spirit
in God's
Eternal Light.
Each infinite
particle
departs
to its special
place;
its place
of peace
and rejuvenation.
Then back
I come
reintegrating,
renewed.
I come
back together.
I say
a humble
prayer
to God.
I say,
amen.
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We are sailors
on a blue marble
on endless
sea.
Surrounded
by infinite vessels
moving
just the same.
We know not fully
how we came to be
on this ship
and we
do not grasp
the true words.
All we know
is that we awoke
and gazed out
into the vastness
and then went
back to sleep
with another dream
in our experience
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My body longs
to be on the Indian Prarie;
to smell the pure spiritual air.
To awake as the rising sun,
purifies the body
with it golden
light.
I miss the night prarie
with the countless stars
and white moon.
In the quiet of the prarie night,
I hear the sounds of the universe.
I hear the harmony from
near and far.
I release my spirit to the
Great Light and travel
the indigo night
as my body
lays in perfect
communication with
its mother the
earth.
The rising sun and the starry night,
those were the times
of the living.
I long for the prarie night.
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Each day comes and we awaken
our conscious to new
toils and troubles,
joys and chores.
At night we travel the
inner planes and
freely fly from
now to then
attending to
this and that.
We are always conscious of some reality.
We never rest
our split physical and
spirit realities that
take turns
guiding our
being.
We cross the barriers
of time and space reality,
the same as we
flip a light
switch on and off in
the dark of this
reality.
Why do we trap ourselves
in these bodies?
Why do we
chain ourselves
in one reality
after another?
We do it for the same reason
that the moon
travels around the earth
and the flowers bloom
in Spring.
We do it because
we are part of the All There Is;
little big pieces of one cloth,
all of all,
and part of part.
So here we go,
on and on in infinite circles
trying to achieve happiness
by flowing with all life's rhythm,
riding the
universal waves.
Here's to life
and to existence.
To all we are and aren't,
here's to just being
Here's to peace
and happiness in a
traumatic world
of peaceful flowing.
Here's to life
and God
to the Universe
and the All There Is.
Here's to learning to live
with what we are
because we are
the living ebb
and flow
of All There Is.
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Alone on the beach,
I watch the sun
traverse the sky.
Many visions pass before me;
some earthly,
some not.
Silent voices speak to me
as clouds fill and
empty the sky.
Drifting,
drifting,
here I rest,
Drifting,
Drifting.
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I soar with the hawk
in his high flying
between cold mountain peaks.
I fly.
From him I spring
into the universe
and beyond,
a dot of being
in the
All There Is.
I send out a small
piece of thought,
a particle equivalent.
Gone forever, exploring,
sending back tiny signals
of information;
thoughts that I
think have no logical
origin in
this corporeal
world.
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Oh, the path of constant awakening.
To grow old
then sleeping
then awakening,
Then clouds of rebirth
and new awakening,
The obstacles of incarnation,
the years of maturity,
the years of insight,
the passing.
Reflection,
then begin again all
and again,
until all things
that have been done
are undone,
returning to One
with lessons learned.
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Evergreen,
that is what I am.
I am ever growing
evergreen.
I never observe
a season of Fall
or Winter
but only
Eternal Spring.
I am
an Eternal Spring
green
growing.
Forever so I
have been.
And forever
so I shall
be.
Life and being
are evergreen
to me.
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I sit in my chair,
the center of my universe.
I stare,
watching,
thinking.
I am at the controls.
I may move I may not.
I will do as I will.
When this body
dies,
I will continue
to sit in this chair.
And when this chair is gone,
I will sit in its memory;
gazing out,
thinking.
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High on the Universal plane
I contemplate
all that has been
all that is
and will be.
I think of the past.
I create the future;
the future
creates itself.
Away I go,
one conscious thought
at a time
but seldom
in logical order.
I race through the pockets
and cracks, crevices and caves
remembering,
dreaming,
contemplating,
creating.
I leave you a few words
from those
travels.
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