Uplifting Inspirations

From the depth of the doing

in the caldron of separation,

I heard a soul shout out

Its tormented cry

To live again...

From faint memories of a higher truth,

From glimpses of something called happiness,

From a longing to know and see again

The little lights it once saw in the darkness of its mind.

I heard this scream for help,

And felt its willingness to change and receive

Instead of being controlled

And controlling others.

I felt in this heart

A desire to unlock the laughter,

A longing to know what love is,

A wondering about freedom.

I opened my eyes and looked into that darkness.

That is when I realized I must let go of judgment,

For this was my brother I heard

And remembered from the Oneness;

The one who lost his way

In such a long & deep darkness as this.

And when I saw the pleading, fearful eyes,

I knew

I must forgive myself in him.

** Iris Arla Moore is author of “Blossoms of Light” – An Oasis for the Soul, published by Author House:

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Quotes from the Cosmic Comic Swami Beyondananda

www.wakeuplaughing.com -(For more laughs from the “Swami”)

We are in the transitional stage between the Age of Nefarious and

the Age of Aquarius; it's called the Age of Hilarious.

This is where we laugh because

there is definitely something funny going on.

The Creator is watching the Comedy Channel

and we are what’s on.

Life is a sitcom, so sit calm and enjoy it.

The best way to illuminate the darkness is to make light of it.

The sky is not falling, we are ascending.

Why don't we go for heaven on earth just for the hell of it?

I predict living in the now will be the wave of the future.

We are all one with the same One, the inescapable Oneness.

The Universe has us surrounded. Might as well surrender!

THE JOURNEY AND THE PROMISE

by Iris Arla Moore

We have dipped our feet

In the fountain of dreams

To swim in the river of life.

We have played victim and tyrant,

The child, the husband, the wife.

We have clothed ourselves

With the shades of red,

Of black, of yellow and white.

We have shed the cloak of evenness

For a garment of wrong and right.

But the wise ones say

That the journey through time

Will end, and a new Kingdom come,

As our souls awaken from the dream

To return to the PEACE of the ONE.

Copyright 2015 Iris Arla Moore. All Rights Reserved.

This poem is included in the “Longest Poem for Peace” that was presented by the International Society of Poets to the United Nations in a ceremony during the 1993 winter holidays. Iris-Arla Moore was inducted into this organization that same year. It is the desire of all of us that you join us in choosing PEACE inside yourself; that it bless and hasten PEACE in all the World.

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.

When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)”