Poetry

You seek
The wisdom of our sayings
Mystic moments
Forgotten memories of oneness with the Creator
The healing power of our touch
Light of the sun and stars
You ask
Why are we eccentric, obvious, even strange?
Is conformity and practicality beyond our reach?
Are maturity and responsibility too great a request?
It is our bodies, minds, and spirits
Which are transformed by the journey
It is through our open hearts
That messages of love are etched into our souls
It is due to our meandering in the woods that wistful thoughts
Are transported to our inner minds by sunbeam and breeze
Whispered by the angels of wisdom
We answer to no man, woman or child
Only the quiet voice is our master
It is our high regard for what lies beyond time and space
Which inhibits the reign of temporal society
Our childish ways unlock the mysteries of life
Look to the clouds with our eyes and you will see the Glory of God
In the playful images chasing each other across the sky
Look into humanity and be prepared to mourn
We cry from a place so deep, you dare not go
Through our words you journey to comfort’s farthest edge
Alarm us awake,
Force us through schools of conformity

Extrude us into the work force
Seal us in day after day
Closed off from the earth and all her glory
And we will normalize
We will adopt a practical outlook
We will close our eyes once again
And sleep on the near side of the veil with you
And BE no more

— Craig Junjulas (c)1992

The real world is a globe of pure energy vibrating at varying frequencies. Some call this energy ‘Divine Love’ … others say ‘quarks’.

The real world is a living planet upon which spiritual beings enter the mineral, plant, animal, human, and angelic kingdoms to create in harmony with each other and the heavens.

If you wish to live in the real world, give all you have acquired to charity, go out among your brothers and sisters to share your truths and heal all who are not in harmony with the Earth.

Do good deeds, commune with nature and become a homeless person because the heavenly kingdom is your true abode.

As for me? Alas! I have compromised. A part of me still believes it needs to live in the imaginary world of ‘society’ and gather things. But I’m learning.

— Craig Junjulas (c)1992