REFLECTIONS

EFFECT Writing 6

all has consequences

It's awesome, all particles causing change or reaction,

while being also itself effected by all that is around it.

Real life is lively, dynamic and not protective of itself.

Life is forever capable to bring forth more greatness.

Dull moments don't exist, as spirited touching in the

Real Reality creates most beautiful configurations.

We seem stuck: our bodies fill space not available

for others presences. Yet we do affect the cosmos:

It's draped around us. Without us, life isn't balanced.


Each body cell is a dance: circling and touching, smoothly performing.

So my mind or psyche: thoughts and feelings circulate, merge, change.

Mostly unaware, it's sad how little we know of our internal workings.

My influence on others can be dangerous: is my touch truly helpful?

Even in love is much hit and miss. However, trust can somehow work.

Then, the power I do radiate, from what segment of me is it coming?

Yet, there is no choice: I am a part of a life that is reflecting the I AM.

Therefore, I am, like all are, vitally important in shaping life's totality.

So it is also because of me, that the world is as it is: oh, la la la la la...!


Am I the proverbial cup of water for the thirsty that languish?

If I would drink the water myself, I do not relieve their plight!

I then would increase their languishing.

Somehow I fit in the whole where particles influence others.

I can try to ignore the system, or act as if I do decide my fate.

Yet I am, as all are, stuck in life's traffic.

The opposite is true too: what occurs elsewhere affects me.

Unbeknownst or quite willingly, I do react to it. So I am both:

the cup of water and the one thirsty.


When we observe ourselves through someone else's eyes,

our story looks differently than what I paint on my canvas.

We think we can figure out what our impact is on others.

Yet they may perceive our role as played on another pole.

Even if trying to do right and behaving the best as we can,

we find we are not accepted. Oh, it is hard to be rejected.


In a watch, all machinery works together as clockwork, precise, with no protest.

Life is there to show I AM the right time; all wheels relying on each part fitting.

All can chip in with intelligence and joy; 'heaven' loves beautifying perfection.

On earth, the negative ruling forces have invented mechanisms of forced labor.

We are in the dark as to where to turn, saddled with inefficiency or confusion.


Push a stone from a hill and it keeps rolling.

Air is replaced and the surface is pressured.

Its innate cohesiveness is taxed and tested.

It creates hidden or visible chains of events.

Till at the hill's bottom it ends.

Once freedom started to turn against I AM,

A chain of events did mercilessly follow it.

All life's possible aspects were put on trial.

This onslaught will stop when this ordeal

hits the ultimate spot: hits the love of God.


Why aren't all people happy agents of change?

A warm coat to the naked, cups running over?

Drying tears, taming violence, vibrating well?

Why isn't trust salt, making all relations tasty?

Why not accept we're sent as angels or elves

to build our space as an all-welcoming home?


Here, nobody is totally evil and nobody is totally good.

We live in cosmic isolation. Things here may get better.

Things here may get worse. Truth is, it doesn't matter.

We are agents of change, whether we know or like it.

We present illustrations so all the universe can learn.

If we drink true life as nectar, that our story will tell!