Look Down Upon Us While We Call

 Look Down Upon Us While We Call

 Look down now, O Lord.

Come down with a word.

Look down and hear our call.

Look down, Lord, don’t let us fall.

 

Look down, O Lord, look at us!

Look down, O Lord, at this dust.

If you turn away, we’ll die today.

Look down, O Angels, help this clay.

 

Look down on hearts warm and cold,

Look down on those who have sold

Out, exchanging their heart for molten rocks;

Have mercy on us who refuse to mock.

 

Look down, O Lord, and judge among us.

Devour the evil that could turn us to crust.

~~ Mary Handy Moore (2026)

CLOSE THE CIRCLE

 

 You won’t find yourself

Until you have found God.

You won’t find God

Until you have found yourself.

Close the circle.

 II

When you find life,

Realizing it within yourself,

When you have found the way,

Then you will know the Way is in you.

Close the circle.

 III

When you keep sifting for the truth,

You will see find it looking through you.

It hasn’t been recognized for eons.

But when the Wheel that has made

Countless rounds, weaving your story,

Makes its last round, it reveals your glory.

Close the circle.

 IV

When your thirst finds itself satisfied,

You will know that the water was inside.

You will have wandered through many deserts,

You will then see fountains there all the while.

Close the circle.

 V

When you have shoveled all the deserts’ sands,

You will find nourishment for many lands.

When you find exactly what you’re looking for,

“Behold, the Beast inside!”

Then you will be looking at YOU.

Close the circle.

VI

In your dreams, you see sublime, then frightening images

That disturb many of your waking hours.

In your dreams, you often run from bestial creatures.

Or you long for celestial waters to cover you.

Close the circle.

 VII

You peer into self-created corridors of darkness,

Straining the Soul's ear as the little bird sings.

Taxing the mind’s eye. Hush. The little one sings.

She sings such lovely, harmonious melodies

From somewhere far away yet very nearby.

Far away, yet near, somewhere, within the soul

 VIII

When you have finally found her,

You will then be at the end,

The beginning of your quest.

Your zest is the quest for life.

The little bird will then be able

To spread her wings and fly.

Close the circle.

 IX

When she is miraculously

Liberated from the cage

That your mind has trapped

Her freedom in,

Then you will understand

The origin of your dreams.

And you will understand

The many, many, many suns.

Close the circle.

 X

When you sometimes feel like

Death is near, no, here now.

Ready to overtake you,

To replace your life with it.

You wonder why you feel a

Strange exhilarating joy at

The possibility of death, a

Stepping-stone, life, death;

Death, life.

Close the circle.

XI

Such alien and familiar

Subliminal melodies she sings.

They thrill you like they are your

Songs, songs you have sung.

Having gotten lost in the

Maze of misinterpreting life,

You neglected to cultivate what

Has always been the lyrics of the soul.

Close the circle.

 XII

But when you struggle and pry

On the wrong doors,

She faints from loving sorrow,

She falls to the floor.

The flour of your soul. But she is

Always revived by a Power

That is her own. She is the reigning

Queen; she is the Queen of the Soul.

Close the circle.

 XIII

She scratches sometimes just to

Get your attention.

When you find yourself taking

The wrong roads.

She’s rising to break free. Set her free

From the cage of ignorance.

From sheer grief, she falls to the

Floor, disturbing the soul.

Close the circle.

 XIV

The bird sings her woeful melodies;

She is song. She must sing.

She will sing; she is Queen. She is

Faithful, dutiful, beautiful.

She must sing. You cannot live

Without song in the soul.

She occupies her place regally.

She is guardian of the soul.

Close the circle.

XV

When in the beginning you started

Your very long, yet short,

Journey to where you are going –

Where you have already been,

You have the answer then to

What you are looking for.

You left your answer on your journey

That will bring you to it again.

Close the circle.

 XVI

The point in the journey from

Which you began

Is the point in the journey

Where the Prodigal Son ends.

The end is the beginning, and

The beginning is the end.

The circle of life is LOVE.

You will meet yourself again.

Close the circle.

 XVII

Your destination is your

Beginning; find it again.

When you find it, you will be

At the beginning again.

When you find the beginning in

Making your rounds in the circle,

You will see the One in whose image

You are made, the images you have seen.

Close the circle.

 XVIII

You will know the riddles that you

Can interpret in your dreams.

You will know the abominable characters

That disturbed your dreams.

When you come to know who is in the

Middle of the circle,

You will know why, then, and you, too,

Will sing what the lady bird sings.

 XIX

When you have opened the portal

Resident in the Soul,

Then, you will know and understand

What makes you sometimes feel so old.

The answers enlarged themselves

But remained untold,

Because they were answers to a

Question, which question is Soul.

Close the circle.

~~Mary Frances Handy (Before-1982)

(Mary Handy Moore)

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.