Without Light, Empty Shells Won’t Repent

HIM

He didn’t know them,

Therefore, he didn’t care

That he killed anonymous people.

He had no remorse, not being capable of it.

He loves the thrill of killing, being a killer.

He loves playing Russian Roulette,

Being the thrill-seeker that he is.

Thus, killing innocents does not upset him.

THEY

They have no character,

Not even a modicum of decency;

So how can they be moral?

Morality evolves in humans,

Else they fail to become that—

Beings unworthy of the name.

For what is a human shell

When the lumen, spurned, rejected,

Withholds the soul’s own light?

The human soul must have a spark

In the human body. Lumen, light.

As the heart, the mind, the emotive

Power evolves within the body,

These refine us when we’re led aright.

The seed, star, evolves every soul.

Yet a fire, light, un-nourished, flickers out.

And the lumen never becomes a flame or a sun.

~ Mary Handy Moore 

 LET’S SHARE TOGETHER

Share with me your story

Please be willing to hear mine

Share with me your wisdom

I’ll share ways and means I found mine

Reveal your life’s losses and finds

I’ll share my own apportioned line*

Does your attitude rightly align 

While I examine my own in kind?

The right attitude helps us unwind

The static, uncomfortable inclines

That we must control for the decline

Of separateness and one-island confines.

~~ Mary Handy Moore

*Measures of Destiny. No more, no less. A line is infinite in space. Points (in time and space) are positions on a line. Let a point in this case be a Star. We are that.

 The Celestial Watching Me

I looked down at a teardrop on my hand,

Then I look up to see a Celestial One

Watching me. As I watched him watching me,

I sighed. He didn’t trouble me. I didn’t try to

Hide the teardrops as they bathed my face;

I didn’t try to cover them up; I didn’t try to erase

The grief; I didn’t try to deny the pain;

I reached out to touch the rejection I felt.

Remaining calm in the stillness,

He consoled me with the hardship dealt me.

Watching him watching me, he reached out.

He touched my eyes. He touched my grief.

Suddenly, before me, my life as a bird in

The air flying freely in its being, in its element,

In space. Across space, free, singing

Perfectly in its space. I could see it then -

He showed me I’m that bird.

I’m running in space with another Traveler.

Then, I met my friends who lived in town …

~Mary H Moore© (1998-1999)

 Chained

I was chained in the Garden

And led out by the Master

On all fours as was Nebuchadnezzar

In his 7-10-year Wisdom experience.

The ball and chain around my neck,

Were in the gentle hands of the Master.

He led me out of that Garden to live

The Wisdom Path, the Way of Wisdom.

Mary Moore©

(9-16-2002)

This vision was sometime in 1996-1997; which concluded that this ties in well with Paul’s statement of being an ambassador in Chains. For example, Nebuchadnezzar was also that (esoterically) as Christ was preparing him while feeding him (eating grass or learning wisdom) in the desert.

Maya Angelou - The bird uncaged

http://www.biography.com/people/maya-angelou-9185388

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0

On May 28, 2014, the bright shining star of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou, died. She was one of the most magical spirits in the world, who left too soon (if some of us had our way) after Madiba (Nelson Mandela) moved on to his long home before her.  So much has been said of Maya Angelou, some not beautiful at all, but deplorable by people who, because of their own insecurities, stereotype other people.  Maya's personality type was that of a strong, Spiritual, and fearless Humanistic aspect, which ran the gamut of what goodness and dignity are.  Her beginnings were very humble, as can be seen in her autobiographies.  

Maya Angelou's brilliant intelligence could not be hid because she had a mouth, with a voice that moved some people to fear and others to awe.  She was that powerful.  Her commanding presence was like the tallest mountain.  I suggest that Maya Angelou was of Humanistic Personality Type because of her many traits that fit the aspects of that type:

She of course believed in free will, simply because human beings have a will (unless they give it away to a foreign entity, such as drugs, for example).  Maya used her will to make things happen for the good of many. She mistakenly, as young children can misunderstand, thought that her voice had killed a man because at that age, she knew she had power for something.  Maya kept her voice caged for five and a half years before she spoke again.  That was a very early revelation of her willpower.  Then, she began to speak.

As triumphs and tragedies continued in her life, her indomitable will persevered through every one of the bad times and she basked in the good ones as her star rose higher and shone even brighter.  Maya became a boon to many and a bane to many others.  She believed in the solace of education and the gifts it brings.  She believed in brotherhood and tried to spread it all over the world through the way she lived in her world.

She was humble in her faith yet strong in her powers.  Maya Angelou's understanding of life helped her see through the dark veils of illusion to Still I Rise.  Maya has mentored the thoughts of countless world students whose lives she touched; they now carry the torch as humanitarians of all kinds.   Maya Angelou died, but her legacy lives on: in and with us.

All things working together: Building and burning bridges

(Luke 14:28-30 For which of you, intending to build a tower, does not

 sit down first and count the cost, whether he has enough to finish 

it— 29 lest, after he has laid the foundation, and is not able to

finish, all who see it begin to mock him, 30 saying, 'This man began to

build and was not able to finish.')

When we build & cross bridges that are strong and stable,

We should not unwisely choose to tamper with the cables,

When we find all things, truths and lies, laid out on the table,

We find that to cross a broken bridge no one is able.

~~ Mary Handy Moore, 12-16-13

No, We Are Not in Eden Anymore

No, we are not in Eden anymore.

We left Eden sometime after childhood.

We inhabit our home-made little universes

That time and circumstances closed to some.

Even though we may become nostalgic for the old,

The present is far too entrenched.  The dual serpent of the

past ever works, coiled in the dungeon.  It binds in the deep

Like a vice-grip for those who would escape but cannot.

We are not in Eden anymore, maybe nevermore in the earth plane.

Yet Wisdom the Diligent ever seeks to “pick up the fragments that

Remain, that nothing be lost.” Not all mutual existences want to

Be counted as a vicious, vain, vein of vanity.  The Salvager

Seeks to sew pieces that will, back together again, in that place

Where the dual mocker and instigator lurks not in wait to agitate.

No, we are not in Eden anymore; yet it still exists

In the mind - intact and beautiful, with the missing one.

No, we are not in Eden anymore.