Evolutionary Spectrum

My feelings are that no matter where one is on the evolutionary spectrum, all beings are manifestations of spirit and therefore have value, and deserve ‘respect’, regardless of whether or not a person has yet to figure out ‘how’ to give it to themselves first.

Ultimately, what we are all here to learn is the concept of ‘Self-Love‘, which essentially is the befriending of oneself through the softening of one’s internal dialogue, turning the ever-present tyrannical ‘inner-critics’, voices of doubt, into inner ‘best friends’, so that the continual running commentary becomes a supportive inner-dialogue that enables one to love others through the simple nurturing of ones own inner-resources, the building of a natural inner-support system that is solid and robust enough to not take anyone, or anything, as personal – in particular to not take other people’s woundedness, brokenness, or pain personally – and instead to have compassion, by rekindling a thread of connection with all beings, all creatures and the natural world.

And also not just loving “the one“, but extending compassion to all, including the ‘unlovable’ for this is real ‘peace on earth’ – for ‘judgment’ is simply the absence of compassion, and ‘cruelty’ is the absence of love, or rather a lack of awareness to the presence of love, for one cannot cast a judgment, or be cruel to another, if one does not already extend these conditions unto one’s own self, for how we treat others is always an extension of how one’s own internal dialogue speaks to oneself; a voice that one has become overly, habitually familiar with and accustomed to, so that it becomes automatic and we are no longer aware of it going on in the background, just like a radio that’s been left on, and we normalise it. Although what it may be saying to us may be anything but normal.

A sense of reconnection and compassionate self-dialogue begins within one’s own cranium in the form of a balanced mind, ie: both left and right hemispheres working together in tandem. Engaging the right hemisphere engages the compassion of the heart to temper the single mindedness of the left-brained ego, and reconnect us with spontaneous humour, innocence, joy, enthusiasm and the natural order of things.

And from one’s capacity to generate self-love comes the ability to manifest the ‘right‘ life-partner. Without self-love one will magnetise other partners who will help us to discern what one doesn’t want, in preparation to identify what one does truly want. But only by being truly authentic without guile, without pre-desired outcomes and by cultivating the qualities within oneself first that one desires to receive from another.

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Elixir of Love

Strawberry Heart

My fears are not that I may cease to be

Rooted, steadfast, embodied in a world of physicality

And without fears too, for the deserted drying

Of heartfelt words, or inspiration

Forever drawn to all my time spent, in dedication

For no greater pleasure do I feel, may’st I apply

Whilst chained, imprisoned, in this dimension

My only freedom, flight of soul, needs must express

Such a deep felt love, for all humanity

A curious quest, I cannot explain

Impression’d on high from an invisible plane

So sublime, that poetic craft

Is not required; for metre, or to rhyme

Unless such craft imply, inject, ripened hearts

With the jewel of ‘inner meaning’

Inner truth infused with love

All pervading and genuine

Connecting precious principals beyond mere words

Which seek to make whole thus human kind

In complete align

So that intelligent insights into our complex universe

May penetrate not only the heart, but also the skin and the mind

Whereupon tinsel-gilded illusions

May fall away into nothingness

Instead replaced by a delicacy and a gentleness

A refinement of the senses

Through an indiscriminate understanding

That the elixir of love

Is wisdom plus integrity

And connects us all

To every single living being, or entity.

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I wrote ‘Elixir of Love’ in response to John Keats’ sonnet ‘When I have Fears’ which he sent in a letter to his friend John Hamilton Reynolds in January 1818.

‘When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to Nothingness do sink.’

Similar: Holiness of the Heart | Love IS | Angels on Earth |

Holiness of the Heart

Quote by John Keats

Yes, there is a holiness to the heart’s affections

When one is moved in purity and truth to love another

Or rather there ought to be a holiness

A recognition of the divine

An acknowledgment of ‘the spirit of creation’

A healthy respect for the holy union

Of two souls captured

With a mutual affection and bound

Without self consciousness to express

Such a delight of relatedness

It is still so wonderfully innocent

In an age where innocence is rapidly being obliterated by progress

In a world where nothing is sacred

And vulnerability is seen as an opportunity for exploitation

The heart’s affections then, must surely be the most sacred

In a world where nothing else is

And are to be honoured, respected and heard

For in listening to the inner whisperings of one’s heart

One may learn something more valuable and precious than gold

For to evolve through Love

Is the greatest spiritual teaching on Earth

To which one may aspire

From personal through transpersonal

To unconditional and universal

Emanating like the sun

Fostering life where previously there was none

An illumination of the soul

A massive deposit in the karmic bank account of destiny

A lifetime investment that can never depreciate, even into the afterlife

The true role of love is to uplift and inspire

Infectious like a smile

Like a virus of giggles

Like a sweeping epidemic of laughter and joy

A conscious choice everyday

There really is only One way forwards

Everything else

Is resistance

This poem was inspired by hearing an adapted version of John Keats famous statement: ‘I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination‘ that he wrote in a letter to his friend Bailey (Full letter here) in the film ‘Bright Star’, about his love affair with Fanny Braun, directed by Jane Campion.

Similar: Elixir of Love | Angels on Earth | Love IS

Shine

Love and understanding flows like blood

Being pumped through veins

Grows like roots of a tree

Sprouts like branches tickling the sky with its leaves

New neurological pathways are formed

In the brain like a criss-cross

Lattice, grid work, fine filigree

Web of shimmering auric light

Synapses firing

On all cylinders

Connectors re-connecting, re-conditioned

More powerful, healthy viral infection

Of pure, unadulterated, unconditional

Spiritual love

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My smiley sun artwork with my poem ‘Shine’ to be featured on a poster exhibited on the London Underground at Baker Street Tube Station, Metropolitan Line Platform 1 (Terminus) Sept 23rd – Oct 6th, Project organised by Art Below Ltd.

Reproduce and Multiply

Our children

Are all parts of ourselves

Revealed to us

For all the world to see

True reflections of ourselves

Projected outwardly

More parts of the me

Myself and I

Not too difficult to see

Why?

We are also parts of God

And the Goddess

Made in one’s own likeness

Man, Woman and Child

Like the amoeba and the virus

Reproduce and multiply

Subdivisions of the big ‘I’

In the divine

Unconditional Love is mine

Is all of Ours

For we are all parts

Of the bigger picture, master plan

Whether animal, mineral, vegetable

Or human

Earth Molecule

Planet Earth

I am

An animated molecule

Piece of Planet Earth

Her body is my own

And I am a little piece of her

Walking upon her skin

When I die

My body is restored to Her

And therefore to myself

Back to the womb

Mother who feeds us

Body of land

Landmass of bodies

Nutrients to all whom dwell upon Her

Sustenance’s and healing

The alchemy is in ‘The Land’

Her body

Made from the blood of our ancestors

Who have been restored to Her

Our loved ones now gone

And do unto ourselves when we are gone

She fosters my growth

For she knows I can do no wrong

For I will be restored to Her

My shelf life will expire

My chassis restored to my maker

Recycled into another level of being

Wake up, she is ‘Us’

And she always wins

Mighty most powerful Goddess

Of unconditional love

Evolutionary being of cyclical change

Constant winds of time

Forever, into infinity

Creative Cosmic Purpose :: https://ipoem.co.uk/1997/12/21/creative-cosmic-purpose/