Our New Human Consciousness
A Blueprint for the Flow of Life
<><><>
Rhymes Of The Times
<><><>
Written by Dr Terry Sands
Copyright © Dr Terry Sands 2008
Smashwords Edition, July 2010
ISBN: 978-1-4523-3243-7
Available in print at Amazon.com and at www.terrysands.com
License Notes:
This edition is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work and rights of the author.
14 IN THE PRESENCE OF A MASTER
1 ALL IN THE DOING
There's a hard rain a'fallin’, someone said
and the suffering around us is raising the dead.
There's a change that's a coming, a move for the wise,
and to see it, you just have to open your eyes.
But there's nothing to teach and nothing to learn.
There's nothing to spend, and there's nothing to earn.
It won't help to hide, ‘cause there's no place to go.
It's all in the doing what you already know.
It won't help to worry and it won't help to cry;
And it won't help the living, for the angry to die.
It don't help to fight it, ‘cause it only fights back.
And it won't help to push it, ‘cause then it'll crack.
But there's nothing to fix, and there's nothing to turn.
There's nothing to build, and nothing to burn.
It's already here, and it's starting to grow.
It's all in the doing what you already know.
I'm feeling for you if you feel satisfied.
And I'm feeling for the rebels who shot up and died.
I feel for the users who pretend they don't see.
And if you can't lend a hand, then I'm feeling for me.
But there's nothing to look for and nothing to find.
There's nowhere to go if you get in behind.
There's nothing to reap and nothing to sow.
It's all in the doing what you already know.
It won't do to wait for the next guy to start.
He cannot do for you what you know in your heart.
Even if you think you must do it alone,
take a chance and stand up, and your job is half done.
'Cause there's nothing to wait for and nothing to see.
There's nothing to want and there's nothing to be.
There's nothing to lose, unless you say no.
It's all in the doing what you already know.
If you wait till you're right, the time just won't come
If you go off a'searching, you could have stayed home.
If you leave it to us, and stay out of the light,
we'll have to do for you what you should have put right.
'Cause there's nothing to hope for and nothing to sigh for.
There's nothing to grope for and nothing to try for.
If you'll just have the guts to go where you must go,
You'll see it’s all in the doing what you already know.
So now you know how to do what you know
And you reckon you’re ready to go
So begin your trip and cross the bar
you see it’s all about being who you already are.
2 DEEPER GROW THE ROOTS
Deeper grow the roots
that placed in rocky soil must search
and dig for even just a taste
of the sustaining food of life
Sweeter grows the love
that by necessity must fight
for breath and light and truth
to feed itself, and yet another
Protected is the soul
which born with debt to be repaid
must learn to give so as to have
relief from their own toil and strife
And lonely is the path
of one who seeks to search alone
but finds that their own fate demands
they help their careless younger brother.
3 FRUSTRATION
I resolve before and then repent
alarmed at how this life is spent
determined at firstdiscouraged at last
as each opportunity charges past
before my eyes, and I
just sit,
and wonder why
I cannot move
I cannot act
to stem the flow,
to change the fact
that even while I know that all
that one need to is firmly call
and resolve to change the course
of one's own life,
I sit...
and wait...
while life flows by.
Frustrated by my own greed, lust, anger, and
so many other gross degenerated low desires
WHY..
don't I stand up and shout'
"For just one moment,
STAY!
and let me have my say."
4 GOING FROM WHENCE IT CAME
We begin to grow closer
even while apart
For what is to be given to you
flows from heart to heart
The teachings to which you've been accustomed
flowed from mind to mind
Those concepts now have gone away
to be left behind.
By opening to the flowing heart
new worlds are seen to be
available merely for the asking,
a new reality
can form each moment as you watch
replacing the one before
which has now raced by from future to past,
making room for more
to echo forth even once again
ever renewing the game
of returning from where it is destined to go
and going from whence it came.
5 HOW CAN YOU TELL ME
Tell me how can you tell me
what I really want to know.
Sometimes you seem to talk so fast
or am I just listening slow?
I want to know the reason why,
and I want to know when and how
but more important than any of that
I want to know it now.
What makes me go the other way
when I should be turning around?
Why am I just standing here?
I can't even get off of the ground.
How come nobody seems to know
what I really want to talk about?
I want to see what's on inside
and they all just keep going out.
Do you really know what I'm on about
or shall I start again?
It's not a question of whether or if
but only a matter of when.
6 PILGRIMS
I was standing near a group of praying pilgrims.
Their hands were folded and their eyes were gently closed.
The sound of softly muttered supplications
floated lightly on the mist then upward rose.
The early morning light streamed through the darkness
illuminating hopes half-hidden deep within forgotten times.
A hundred years passed with each moment of their yearning
as forgiveness graced sincere and prayerful rhymes.
Then I floated through the mist above the pilgrims.
One by one they smiled and stood and opened up their eyes.
We were joined by multitides of singing angels,
and their loving kindness calmed the pilgrims' cries.
Suddenly we all dissolved and joined together.
Through the mist we flowed in timeless spaceless planes.
My heart was filled with joyful incantations
sung by grateful pilgrims free from binding chains.
Then there appeared below a sea of new creation
extending boundless to a far eternal free and fruitful shore.
And the pilgrims sang together their thanksgiving,
for a peace that they could share forevermore.
7 WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?
When I see a fly and I look in his eye
and he looks back at me,
he probably then looks in all of his books
to see what that strange creature could be.
"He's different from us", he might say in disgust,
"And surely not as clean as we.
He smells, and he smokes, and tells dirty jokes,
it says here on page thirty-three."
"It seems," he might say, "to be clear as day
that to keep this world clean and free,
we must find a plan to exterminate man,
so we can all live naturally.
Then my friends and my kin
will have clean air to fly in
untouched by his filth and debris.
Yes," he'd cry, "this is it: a scheme I'll submit.
But, first I'll fly over and see
if that new pile of trash
with its garbage and ash
has anything special for me."
8 THE GIVING MAN
I met a man the other day,
a kind and giving man.
He said his gifts would set me free
and teach me how to stand.
He offered me two boons that day.
Neither could I refuse
to take those favours from his hand
for both I could truly use.
Accepting his kindness could I guess
that danger lay ahead?
Disarmed was I by his gentleness.
No thought to be afraid.
‘A word of caution as well I’ll give’
he said to me as I turned.
‘First, give your thanks, then offer your gifts
to see that your debt is burned’.
Puzzled, I looked, and he disappeared,
right before my very eyes.
‘Wait,’ I called, ‘tell me more’,
but he didn’t hear my cries.
I kept those gifts, held them close to my heart,
And cherished the memory of
That kind giving man who had given me then
Those tokens of his love.
I forgot what he said about thanks for my gifts,
For offering isn’t my game.
I keep what I get, by luck or by sweat
And now I live in shame.
His gifts around my neck I wear,
and a burden they’ve become.
If only I’d offered them thankfully on
the world would be my home.
For those gifts which he gave
can be useful at last only if given away
by one who received them and then let them go
with thanks for receiving that day.
9 THE GRUDGE
A call from one who's locked inside
from under the sea he cries to me
"Forever upon this wheel I ride,
and I beg you now to set me free."
Forgiveness is the key I find
to peace of body, peace of mind.
He was a tool, a cog, a spoke
The spirit inside a villain’s cloak.
"Your wages are no concern of mine.
What you earned you earned. Your glass of wine
you poured, and now must drink.
Alone you ride, or alone you sink.’
‘Leave me where you found me then
and life your life away from men
who've passed your way by chance and gone
about their lives. You've won
you have your freedom, now use it well.’
"Then free me from this inside hell
of riding around where I don't belong.
I was just a tool, I meant no wrong.
The Great White Light that shines in you
shines here, though dim, inside me too."
"You're free" said I. "Go seek your fate.
I've held you far too long, a great
injustice to one unfortunate enough
to have been chosen to show me a rough spot
that needed polish from my own hand.’
10 TO A CHILD WATCHING
How do I know when I watch a small bee
that there's not someone great big watching me?
So big that what I think is the sky
is only the pupil of his eye.
So large could he be that a wave of his hand
could make the sea cover all of the land.
And the beat of his heart and the sound of his voice
could make the earth quake or make people rejoice.
He might be watching to see what I did
to help or to hinder that small bee in his bid.
And if I did that little fellow no wrong,
that Great Big Fellow might help me along.
11 TO A FRIEND LEAVING
These fleeting moments that we've shared
have gone so quickly, yet
they have been full.
You seemed to know what I longed to say
and your openness took the words away
and left us free, to glance
to smile
to know.
Even in the hardest time
you showed concern for me
and for those around who needed
what they could not seem to find.
For this we all are grateful
for such givingness is rare,
and your presence helped to bring us peace of mind.
Farewell, dear friend.
Fly. Free. To those
who await the gift
of your short stay with them
that they may share your glow that we
By Grace
have known.
12 UNREAL REALITY
When you lie down to sleep and dream
And people and things begin to seem
So far away, what do you do?
Just lie there quietly, drift and think
Until thoughts and images start to sink
And suddenly you see that you are drifting too.
Far away to some strange land
where people and things and ideas have changed
and you begin to see that it might be fun
to join their games and leave behind
troubles and thoughts that upset the mind
and really it’s no sooner said than done.
The way to reach that unreal land
is by stretching out a quivering hand
knowing it will be clasped by one who’s there.
And they will gently pull you through
and show you things all bright and new
as you fly through space with a body light as air.
This beautiful place is open to all
who’ll just be still and hear the call
and leave all fear and dreariness behind.
With your eye wide open, then you’ll see
that eventually we all will be
flowing together as one, no longer blind.
It’s possible to go, you know
to that garden where sweet flowers grow
without the need to sleep and drift and dream.
Just close your eyes, tune to the Sound
and suddenly things will turn around…
watch for the Light…now travel on that Beam.
While you are gone, remember there
are those of us who stayed back here
to wait for you to tell us where you’ve been,
and how it is when you cross the line,
to conquer, reject and leave behind
this unreal world that now becomes the dream.
13 WHERE WE MEET
The one who is willing to meet with me
and listen to what I say
will find the load is lighter
as they goes along their way.
The one who needs me and is willing to help
with the work that needs to be done
is the one I'll accept to share my load
for they are one of my own.
The one who wants me and gives their heart
in the singing of my song -
to them I will go and share their load:
it's to them that I belong
But the one who actively seeks me out
giving their life as they go
is the only one who knows where we meet:
this is one who knows.
14 IN THE PRESENCE OF A MASTER
I know a master when I see one
They’re everywhere these days.
They’re the ones who walk around
With their head above the haze
I know a master when I meet one
There’s a certain gleam in the eye
I’ve seen others who wonder how
But all they can do is try
I know a master when I hear one
You can tell when you hear them speak
Even those who use the very same words
Just don’t reach the same peak
I know a master when I speak to one
They listen to what you say
They’re the ones you know can help
When you need something along your way
I asked a master: ‘How do I become one?’
You know that they really care
He said ‘just look in the mirror
and you’ll see one standing there.’
I know a master when I see one
So I looked and what did I see?
I saw a master in the mirror
And the master looked just like me.
15 INSTRUCTIONS
Negative thoughts hold not only you
but that upon which you ride
This learned long ago
is merely to be applied
to thoughts of the past and of the future
and all matters save those of the present.
You've reached the level of which I spoke
now use it to clean up
all that might hold you back.
Your work is cut out, begin it now.
I will guide you and hold you in check
and watch.
You...
just listen.
and search.
and uproot.
Just listen.
16 ONLY ONE TRACK
Once every two dollars
the train comes around,
picks you up at the station
and takes you to town.
Don't care where you're going
you won't have to come back.
It's a very strange railroad,
for there's only one track.
There's a cargo of children
on their very first ride
pockets full of dollars
eyes full of pride
with a fistful of happys
they never look back
it's a very strange railroad
for there's only one track.
The driver's a madman
his hand on the gas
never too slow
never too fast
he won’t stop for nuthin
ten miles at a crack.
It's a very strange railroad.
And there's only one track.
You want to get off and
enjoy the view.
The train keeps on moving
the joke is on you.
If you don't keep on riding
they give you the sack.
It's a very strange railroad,
and there's only one track.
Peace Be With You.
About the Author.
Dr TERRY SANDS was born in the USA, studied there, served as an army officer, practised law in his own firm, qualified as a Yoga teacher, then moved to New Zealand. He has travelled widely, thoroughly researching existing spiritual paths and has undertaken spiritual training in India and elsewhere. He is a registered psychologist and psychotherapist, specialising in personal development and spiritual psychology. He has numerous educational qualifications and degrees. Dr Terry Sands currently lives with his family in Canberra, Australia.
If you enjoyed reading this rhymes, you’ll love the rest of ‘Our New Human Consciousness’ series by Dr Terry Sands:
Series 1 – Our Opening of Awareness
Series 2 – Our Path of Self-discovery
Series 3 – Our Awareness in Transition
Series 4 – Our Process of Self-determination
Series 5 – Work of the Pathfinder
Series 6 – Our New Cultural Consciousness
Series 7 – Our New Human Mind
Series 8 – Our New Mindskills
Series 9 – Our New Mental Technology
Series 10 – Our Promise of Soul Liberation
Series 11 – Our New Relationships
Series 12 – Going Within – How to Meditate