Truth From Illusion: A Nutritious Discussion

I am looking at the light snowfall outside of my window, wondering where Spring went.  There’s a cold chill again.   The month of March is revealing it’s ambivalence!
She’s here though, Spring, hiding a bit, evident in the scent of earth renewing from our warm weather recently.  What a taunt, in this North Western geography of America.

Winter not allowing Spring,  sometimes, is the same way we we grip our hardened conscience at the expense of our own renewal.  It’s also the same as leading ourselves to water, but not drinking.  This discussion today is a poem and photos of just that.

But first some Scripture to reveal what we can receive, if we walk to the well and drink.

Isaiah 11:6-11  The Righteous Reign of the Branch

6  And the wolf will dwell with the lamb,
And the leopard will lie down with the young goat,
And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
And a little boy will lead them.

7  Also the cow and the bear will graze,
Their young will lie down together,
And the lion will eat straw like the ox.

8  The nursing child will play by the hole of the cobra,
And the weaned child will put his hand on the viper’s den.

9  They will not hurt or destroy in all My holy mountain,
For the earth will be full of the knowledge of the LORD
As the waters cover the sea.

10  Then in that day
The nations will resort to the root of Jesse,
Who will stand as a signal for the peoples;
And His resting place will be glorious.

11  Then it will happen on that day that the LORD
Will again recover the second time with His Hand
The remnant of His people, who will remain,
From Assyria, Egypt, Pathros, Cush, Elam, Shinar, Hamath,
And from the islands of the sea.

My poem below, I believe is a reflection of the spiritual meaning of the number 11, thus life’s polarities defined by the word choice, and the choosing between options.  11 reduces to the number 2.  In 2 we have a choice, this, or that.    In this poetry I discuss our daily dilemmas of choice, and how we can find meaning and peace through the LORD as we embark upon our journey of choosing.

Truth From Illusion:  A Nutritious Discussion

A propaganda stream,
A flow of context breathing,
Videos and pictures,
Words and their meaning,
Multitudes of belief systems,
A way of life for people.

What else exists
Beyond our content?
Can we wake up to see
What all this makes of our living,
When we allow our breathing
To be infiltrated
By content’s telling?

What is it
We give ourselves
By listening and watching,
Participating in this stream?

Our hearts become colored, changed,
Confused or misled,
Or galvanized in new ways,
When we accept the thought forms
Of each other’s destinations.

And this can be okay, however,
If we are not careful
Our hearts and our minds
Will become muted,
To the true meaning
Of life, and His Spring.

Internet, radio, television,
These ways of communicating
Are important to our lives,
But only propagate human patterns
On our horizontal, material plane.

There are many hooks,
Attractions that appear
To be good for us,
But truly just direct us
Into fueling our flesh.

We must quiet down,
Walk away from these
Manmade communication streams,
And be alone, individual,
For a period of time every day,
And listen for Him calling our name.

He is here.
He is spirit,
In every spec
Of living matter.
And He has given us the gift
Of intuition,
To help us guide ourselves
To His salvation,
To His streams of heavenly water,
His beautiful communication.

Come closer in faith every day.
Know His invitation.
We must choose this strongly,
Like by taste, we choose our provisions.

Do we realize that Free Will
Is a gift He’s given us?
Free Will is a gift
To be individual!
We have a choice.

We can be dulled
To flinty, rock texture
Opinions, hard and immobilized,
Our own hand squeezing off our conscience,
A conscience unfeeling, desensitized.

This photo was taken from a northerly perspective of Mount Tom, Holyoke, Massachusetts. Do you see the clenched hand in the rock formation? The fingers, which appear to be trying to "hold on," are to the left of the photo. A great contrast between rock and the regeneration as you look down below onto the vegetation coming into its autumn color.

Or we can breath easy, peacefully,
And serenely create color and texture.
From our clouds of hard reason descend,
To His calling for regeneration.

What does this mean?
It’s our very own
“Let go of resistance,” definition.
The resistance in our will
Called our ego.

To let go
And not forget Him
In our daily routines
Say a prayer, lift up in faith
To include Him in the ring,
Of our conscience.

Here is an example
Of what I mean.
I choose to let go
Of the every day bits and pieces
Of propaganda and its swirling.

To its attraction
I stop paying attention,
And instead turn my senses
To a different direction,
To a place where I can
Understand life’s meaning through Him.
A place like nature,
And its emergent rhythm.

I turn now to tell,
An adventure
Of communication
With Him.

Snow reflection
Is a glassy mirror
And draws me to gaze
Into depths of color drops
In the water

Myriad shapes
Of rocky matter,
Bend and form,
Artistic evolution,
Painting the surface
A serene water color.

A winter landscape of nature at Rattlesnake creek, Rattlesnake Reservation, Missoula, Montana. An apparition of white fingerlike forms on the surface of the creek, play with the colorful rocks underneath the water's surface. The movement of the creek makes these elements dance together.

I’ve just realized the immersion
Of directing myself
To a flowing assembly of creation
Called Mother Nature,
All this, through Him.

God gives us
These knowings
Through our Higher Selves,
In our day when we take time,
To communicate with His rhymes.

We then know
That our connection
Of body and mind,
Exists with Him
And all His creation.

In this faithful reflection
Of admiration natural,
Made known to our senses
Through our choice of Free Will,
We see life’s mysteries,
Elements forming, being,
And we know
That our unity with everything
Is emerging.

When we turn back
To our daily routines,
We are renewed
And feel a purpose,

We know also
We can conquer anything,
When we lift up our faith
To Him.

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