Yesterday I spent 10 hours sailing from Maine to New Hampshire in 6 foot seas, rocking and rolling, unable to do anything but hang on. I tried to meditate in the morning, but kept sliding about in my chair. I tried again last evening when we got to a marina, but I kept falling asleep. I felt no spirit presence at all. I tried to write a poem and got pure garbage – the words on the paper were my words completely. This morning as I sat down, I pushed all worry aside that the poems wouldn’t come back. I trusted completely in the spirits, and they came. The difference from yesterday and this morning was tremendous. To me, this is all the more proof that I am not writing these poems and that the spirit world can only attune to me when I am peaceful, rested, and receptive …
Peace – a lofty goal you set
You speak of this, and yet
Most do not enough, to make it come
For all the parts they form one sum
All must work as one
If true peace is to be won.
Stop the crying and the weeping
Wake up! You’ve all been sleeping
Look upon your neighbor as yourself
Cherish not great power and great wealth
But treasure rather the riches so fine
That come from all that is divine
And what are these treasures? You do ask
To put them to use … that’s your task
Peace and love, to serve and be kind
These are the things to keep in mind
Having compassion when others are sick
Healing the feeble, those not quite so quick
Lending a hand when others are ill
Helping each other their duties to fill
These are the riches that bring you wealth
They bring you all closer in sickness and health
These gifts given freely a man will set free
And give him a life as rich as can be
Fear nothing at all when these lessons you know
With love at your side there’s nowhere you can’t go
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