It is with great joy that I announce the availability of Book 2, Letters from 500 “Portal.” In the days to follow I will be posting about this next path on our journey. In the meantime I introduce you to the book with its opening poem:

Poem Two

 

Open eyes upon the world,

our vision now begins.

Down under,

core of Source

is stirring, molten, swirling

like a lava,

like a lake of stinging fire

on the veil.

It is arising, and it’s burning,

churning,

dawning from the depths

of innocence through jaded

tempers of the mind.

Who is this mind

who thinks he rules the world?

Who thinks he can control

the Source of Power

down within?

What inevitable surprises are in store

for those who fear,

and wish to denigrate the heart!

There is a withering upon us now

that will endure and multiply

until its burning hour is done.

It will not pause nor cease until

it has devoured the ancient calumny

of indignation, shallowness and shame.

The world of change has come

into the countenance of men.

Seek not for refuge

in the passing vestiges of time.

It is not there,

the succor you would find.

It is not there

within the frozen, turning, sliding into dark—

the world that’s fast eroding

into epochs of the

once before

but gone.

Seek not at all of anyone or anything.

who lures you to a form,

nor any who would offer you

a place upon that ground.

Release the clutching, catching

and the distance

now

that keeps you from the freedom

of your formless one,

the child of peace,

of home.

So, let the forms within you move

from deep within

and far below

the Earth.

It’s there that comes,

what is,

to surface in the moment of the pulsing

of an age—the end,

the culmination

and fruition of

the hapless world

that never

was.

— the Author, July 1, 2010