Preface to My Writing

by | Mar 8, 2021 | Philosophy

As a preface to my writing
What it’s led me to believe
Over time, I’ve noticed
Something my mind helped me conceive *1

We come into the world
At first our purpose might be hidden
But through karmic illuminations*2
Purpose may be given

The mind and ego have its part to play
Conjecture wins a lot
Justification helps to soothe us
When the ego’s in a spot

We think our ‘Truth’ is true
Yet change, seems absolute
Secure within our boundaries
Comfortable, without proof

This then is my ‘Truth’
Experience gave it birth
Observation, conjecture, confidence
A Spirit here on earth

Feet of clay, on a path of sand
Many years beyond beginning
‘Egoically’ laced with confidence*3
Spirit seems is winning*4

Spirit, an aspect of energy
Within the presence, can be felt
Frequency and vibration
Seems the hand we’re dealt

Thoughts are things, unseen
Which often take on form
Phenomenally and materially
As an idea being born

You think you want a cookie
A basic want involved
Requiring steps to take
Within it, problem solved

Or, a Bio-Lab of scientists
Compromised, or not
Earn themselves a living
With ‘Gain of Function’ sought

A cookie or pandemic
Two very different thoughts
Innocence or tyrannical
Conclusions equally sought

Thought then, is creative
In these cases, both are clear
Consciousness funds our actions
This is happening between two ears!

1/4/21 #2


*1 Observation of action/reaction comes into play of interpreting

*2 Life is obviously trial and error. Because some of what we experience
seems bad, we’ve named it karma. However, it’s through the conditions of
experience that we learn. For sake of what we generally believe, I use the
term ‘karmic illuminations.’

*3 While I spend a lot of time speaking disparagingly about ego and how it
influences our life, here I’m suggesting that I’m no different. My
experiences have dictated to me certain things that I accept as true. That
as a human being, I’m actually Spirit housed in a skin sack. However, in
being willing to take ownership of my perceptions, I also realize that what
I hold as true may change.

*4 I suppose this could be seen as an arrogant interpretation that Spirit
has created the confidence within me to claim that I (like all of us) am an
aspect of Source or God.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)