Graham’s Poem

By Graham Hill
June 2, 2018

Working as a Counselor, with sincerity,
I read canonised wisdom from your book,
The feeling of heartfelt service, our responsibility,
My loving gaze turns inward, to look

Cooking, melting senses, in a cauldron broth,
Dissolving unneeded human knowledge, of my lot
Whatever is truth swashes in divine froth,
Newness of creation, no longer human rot!

Contemplating my counselling job, it’s gotta stop!
Talking therapy, humancare program conveyor belt, deranged.
Another counselling position taken..Should have dropped!
Unconsciously another karmic dream, spiritually arranged.

Persistent obsession with her divine elegant service,
A soaring inspiration to guide my gifts
Working with ‘the homeless’, a new-age dervish,
Excitement!, flying to a colleague in fits!

Ulrike talks, in welcome soft solemn tones,
Blockages within my heart, will need to shift,
Entering an arena of hallowed joy, alone,
With sacred healing touch, my soul uplifts!

A deafening silence obliterates my known world!
Alone immersed in a woven divine shawl,
Earthly eyes closed, your saintly visage unfurled,
‘How may I serve you?’,..My calling?

A pitless echo returns through your voice,
So touched, I’m embroidered with your reply!
‘The lost’ you implore, dispense your gifts!
Scintillating delight!, I explode from divine rifts!

Now gliding aloft ten thousand powerful meditations!
I run wild my battery soul enhanced,
An imbibed pearlescent service promise, zero deliberations,
Third eye peeled apart, my hearts dancing!

An angel has graced me I’m clear!
My multicoloured mala shatters softly, what this?
Usually a cataclysmic feeling of abandonment,
Now a minor twitch, in boundless bliss.

24/7 now she is here to talk,
Becoming immune to shock of material deaths,
After all she is gone and yet she walks
Diamond heart, I’m centred, goodbye my frets!

With my daughter, in our awe-filled haven,
Our ‘Forest of Arden’… my mobile rings,
A familiar voice, job offer…no cravings!
Work with ‘the lost’.. It just sings!

I pause, in quiet, unruffled, loving discernment
I look into myriad branches…a test!
What will I do? No more adjournment!
Gentle whispers, swaying trees..Its a Yes!!

I serve ‘the lost’, thank you, Dear Mother Teresa, Loving You.

© Graham Hill 6.2.18

By |2021-09-29T18:17:00+01:00March 25th, 2021|Poems © by Graham Hill|

Heaven

By Graham Hill

Look the sky, clear, singing bright,
And now it is covered with the sun,
Beaming new arrivals one by one,
From all corners of the cosmos
Fleets of golden carriages converge
Rolling on diamond-wheels of grace
Through the skies, oh what a sight!
Down starlit highways everywhere
All hearts expand and welcome
As the rush of golden fever arrives
And this time it is staying for good

The precious source-cargo is here
Oh what an everlasting feeling!
The golden melody of the Messiah
The golden ratio, spiral and flower!
Delivered unto us, alive in all of us,
All our crowns of golden promise
Now open-wide, floods of light pour,
Directly into surrendered channels
Stand!, stand!, stand!, all stand!
Receive every immortal drop
Of your unlimited divine-worth

Look left and right, an angel smiles,
Each one, with a mirror of love,
Only able to see another miracle,
For you are a luminous angel too!
Unified as a universe of angels!
Everybody is perfect, a royal family,
Prince’s and Princesses of Light!
In robes and gowns fit for Heaven only

All gates open throughout the land
The Forest of Edenshire blooms!
Growing wild everywhere!
As one golden harmonious abode
Trees brim with lovely birdsong
Roll up everyone come forth!
The great peace and joy is upon us

Everywhere is filled to overflowing
The resounding music of life declares:
We all have chosen love again
We all are as God created us
We all are God’s children
All committed to living happiness.
The sky glitters with blissrain falling
Gold-fragrant rose-petals engulf
Christ’s Nation of Light-saviours,
All dreams melt away into pure Light
We are in heaven’s kingdom, Home,
Living lightly, One forever.

By |2021-09-29T18:11:24+01:00March 25th, 2021|Poems © by Graham Hill|

Christ in All

By Graham Hill
Dec 24, 2018

Christ in All

See the dawn
It never left
It’s everything
Do you see?
You are
In this dream world
Not of
Such love
Just..
Be

Christ in All

Skylarks-blue fly
As One
Infinite declaration
Blending
Into Bliss-high sky
And quiet
Blessed voices
Of Forest Song
All
Serving You

Christ in All

Beyond before moments
And next cliffs
Into golden
Silent chariots
Blazoned
With unending
Miracle gifts
Imploding
Dead walls
Unveiled
Just…
Peace

Christ in All

Blinding softly
Our mind-hearts
Now busied
With You
Touch-Feel
Know what’s true
Break the kitana
Deliverer of Unremitting
Harm
Festered wounds
That have been
Were never
Be not
The sentencing judge
Let go
All seperate
Night terrors
Of Foreign Islands
Visceral abandonment
And unforgiving hell
You were
Always here
Just..
Light

Christ in All

Every one
Of Your
Honoured pearlscent drops
Lit up
To collect
love’s essence
In a chalice
Of everyone
Resurrect
Rise up
Beyond clouds lilac
Into the living
Unbleared mist
Where the tides
Of Christ’s
Unfathomable
White enveloping purity
Presides

Christ in All

The place inside
Where
A divine Swan Song
Illumines
All Our
Beaming temples
Feel and know
This
And so it is..
Our FatherMother
Consciousness
All Love
Is found
As One
With You

Walk with
Live as
Christ in All

© Graham Hill
(made with Christ Consciousness)

Christ In All
By |2021-09-29T18:11:32+01:00December 24th, 2018|Poems © by Graham Hill|

Faith

By Graham Hill
June 6-8, 2018

There is always a holy answer
In all my breaths that you inspire,
So open your heart and fill it
With trust from me.
Expand your conscious will force,
In my breathscape between your breaths,
Dig out all rotten seeds of rancour,
And plough my field anew,
With total faith in me.

With miracles planted in your mind
Each dawn and morning dew,
Reach up in earnest to me.
Let me gently lift you up into heaven on earth.
Don’t rush make sacred space for me each day,
Allow the changes in my wind,
To blow through you,
As a trillon light-waves and electric thrills,
Across my endless ocean of pure innocence.
Feel my touch of quiet unlimited tenderness
I come to simply rest my heart in your soul house.
All your gifts to give are left there for you already,
Darling I stirred and blended them into your life,
From all your drops of faith.
So abide in me forever
Let’s join together!
In my lake of clear crystal truth.

Know that I speak with whispers with you always
Connect my voice in yours,
Through you and me,
Us and them,
I may also appear to you as he and she;
Or as plants or animals,
Unconcerned by the trivialities of human gender,
Or awe-inspiring seascapes or land masses of earthly wonder,
Or all the myriad persons that live in this world.
All forms presented in creation are also broken
In destruction by my hand.
Fear not the human language-mind
And cosmic symbolism
For all are mere mediums to convey,
Everything about me that cannot be
Articulated by the cleverest of wordsmiths.
For you are all unattainable with human words,
As one silent-universal and boundless golden-sphere,
Of incorruptible peace;
We were never any less.
Know that faith converses,
With divinity in the great beyond,
And will not be overshadowed forever
By the chaos of storming breath,
Mind restlessness and the warped logic
Of disconnected human senses.
So let all that can be done be done alone
Through love and forgiveness here.
Keep your pail full,
With constant, simple faith in me.

Sometimes there is visitors you want and desire more
Sometimes you don’t want them
Who really doesn’t want them?
Who really wants to cling to them?
Let them do their humble job,
After all they came because you asked for them.
For all come as my timeless transient messengers
Of divine mercy.
All are benevolent guides crafted,
Of invisible light-silken threads embroidered
As my omnipresent shawl of being.
All political wrongs and rights are, bar none,
For the human stage,
Of frantic competition and performance, not mine.
Let my invisible etheric words alone mark indelibly,
The road to our total original union.

Make no compromises,
In your remembrance of the taintless source,
Live in my ancient ever-present reality of perfection
To which we all belong, right now.
No knowledge or heart was ever lost,
You simply forgot,
The joke you made
Falls only on a miniscule fantasised version of yourself.
Awaken and remember now,
A million times and more,
Whatever is needed to illume your soul,
And bridge the illusory faith-gap,
Between all my soul children and me.
I am willing to give this to you,
Your place in me is waiting,
In blissful eternity,
In faith, let it be.

Embrace in curiosity everything you don’t know
Willingly surrender to what is,
Eternally beyond you,
For it will come.
When Father Mother God
And all the children will see as one.
Keep faith alone
For what you imagine now,
Through my single eye of love is home.
There everyone is one and welcome,
So let love be your faith,
And if love is really what your searching for
Then end all doubts each moment with faith,
In the knowing that love
Is our one unfathomable nature,
Resting in the faith-kernel of all your souls.

Feel your one true possession
Closer than your hands and feet
What’s stopping us?
From being in this communal river together now?.
Our absence of faith
Makes each and everyone of our collective mistakes,
Whilst our presence of faith will remedy all.
Let’s go in with Father Mother God together
Take the hand of Holy Spirt and Om vibration,
Make no move nor decision without this love binding.
Oneness creates the common ground
To build the one common path
Buckle up enjoy the ride!
The one big surprise for us all is the other side
So Let’s rejoice, relax and celebrate!
As all that matters
Is guaranteed in the great dance of faith.

By |2021-09-29T18:11:42+01:00June 6th, 2018|Poems © by Graham Hill|

An Angel Graces Me

By Graham Hill
June 2, 2018

Working as a Counselor, with sincerity,
I read canonised wisdom from your book,
The feeling of heartfelt service, our responsibility,
My loving gaze turns inward, to look

Cooking, melting senses, in a cauldron broth,
Dissolving unneeded human knowledge, of my lot
Whatever is truth swashes in divine froth,
Newness of creation, no longer human rot!

Contemplating my counselling job, it’s gotta stop!
Talking therapy, humancare program conveyor belt, deranged.
Another counselling position taken..Should have dropped!
Unconsciously another karmic dream, spiritually arranged.

Persistent obsession with her divine elegant service,
A soaring inspiration to guide my gifts
Working with ‘the homeless’, a new-age dervish,
Excitement!, flying to a colleague in fits!

Ulrike talks, in welcome soft solemn tones,
Blockages within my heart, will need to shift,
Entering an arena of hallowed joy, alone,
With sacred healing touch, my soul uplifts!

A deafening silence obliterates my known world!
Alone immersed in a woven divine shawl,
Earthly eyes closed, your saintly visage unfurled,
‘How may I serve you?’,..My calling?

A pitless echo returns through your voice,
So touched, I’m embroidered with your reply!
‘The lost’ you implore, dispense your gifts!
Scintillating delight!, I explode from divine rifts!

Now gliding aloft ten thousand powerful meditations!
I run wild my battery soul enhanced,
An imbibed pearlescent service promise, zero deliberations,
Third eye peeled apart, my hearts dancing!

An angel has graced me I’m clear!
My multicoloured mala shatters softly, what this?
Usually a cataclysmic feeling of abandonment,
Now a minor twitch, in boundless bliss.

24/7 now she is here to talk,
Becoming immune to shock of material deaths,
After all she is gone and yet she walks
Diamond heart, I’m centred, goodbye my frets!

With my daughter, in our awe-filled haven,
Our ‘Forest of Arden’… my mobile rings,
A familiar voice, job offer…no cravings!
Work with ‘the lost’.. It just sings!

I pause, in quiet, unruffled, loving discernment
I look into myriad branches…a test!
What will I do? No more adjournment!
Gentle whispers, swaying trees..Its a Yes!!

I serve ‘the lost’, thank you, Dear Mother Teresa, Loving You.

© Graham Hill 6.2.18

By |2021-09-29T18:11:51+01:00June 2nd, 2018|Poems © by Graham Hill|
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