IvanaIvana

EARTH IS MADE IN HEAVEN
by Ivana Plucinski (copyrighted by Library of Congress)

He walks me down to a beach by an ocean.
On towels of finest cotton we surrender to the sunlight
To feel this Earth is living by the complex of connections
From the oceans to the mountains then returning by the rivers,
And our eyes on far horizon touch the meaning that is given
Intelligence is realized when we see the pattern
But never repetition that could be making certain,
And every day is new day emerging like a flower
For infinity of petals ephemeral in space time,
Make daffodils and roses with daises in the meadows
As whirlpools of all being round supreme great attractor,
Dip into the symmetry to worlds of anti-matter
Where time is in reflection from the future to this instant,
Collecting all our yesterdays that will be our tomorrows
Where the object is the subject and effects are all the causes
For there is patterned heaven in communion with existence,
The vortex of our action in the matter of the spirit
Is the spirit of the matter vortex through our centre,
Invisible to physics from this frame of reference
Where we are spinning outwards in ever changing time sets,
Make illusion that creation may be measured in the light years
But in mystic vision seeing that this earth is made in heaven,
As heaven made this paradise in perfect opposition
And the need for all of forces and duality of knowledge
Traps destructive evil, for the memory in its image
Must be relived eternally in agony returning
With full consciousness of future in a past that is forgotten
So spirit must be leading to intention of returning
And dancing through the phases like the sunlight on the water
For �tis deep in intuition that the fat man with his camels
Could never squeeze his being through the eye of needle
As the patterns he is changing are waiting at his death bed
For judgment of reaction when his spirit is the matter
And all inflicted tortures for the greed of personal power
Will become his own emotions backwards to a baby,
Then through his line genetic all ancestors will grieve
For need of spirit loving and the power to believe�

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He walked me home from the ocean to the dwelling
Love�s nonsense from the surf beach resounded in our beings
For the morals of philosophers have been around for ever,
Without a resolution to the fundamental question
Of how a life of meaning might be lived with pleasure
Without a futile searching of the hedonistic excess,
Without a confrontation of the poles of all opinion
And then by intuition in synchronous sensation,
We watched the trees in bending in a nonchalance of wind
As though the secrets of the love are hidden in uncaring
Uncaring to be made secure in trust, there are no questions
And trust in trust is faith in faith, and love in love with love.
We hurried home �lan vitale, without a word of doubting
Not heartless or indifferent, just safe in love reliant
And free to be our mystery no query of desire
No judgments from the yesterdays,
Not guilt, not blame, not ego self, only our potential
For mischief of all pleasures, shared like wind and tree and sun
As suddenly we�re born in love when all our choice is gone.
He took our clothes off and led us to the shower.
We had no choice, no TV news, no option but each other
To hug and hold and feel and play, to kiss hot water drowning
Then on the couch with laughing eyes we loved each other senseless
For truth will never stop for thought, nor love for just a moment
When hearts respond immediately, the universal love to be.