Inspired by the expression: “You can’t steal heaven by force”
For years, I would utter this to anyone who would bring the element of force into what could otherwise be universal flow. Only through open hands can we receive. Twist, in any way. Contort your shape.
And heaven escapes…
Then one day, this poem came. Standing at the nexus of remembering that what you call creation is an extension of you. You are the cosmic dancer doing the cosmic dance–where providence isn’t withheld, but comes to you through play. Watered from growth, wisdom, and self realization.
Any cheating, dissembling, any theft must, by rights, come back to us–looping, like a record skipped. It’s at this fateful juncture that we have the “break”, ushering in the realization that what we seek is in the space called here and now.
Hold your hands out. Soften them, open them. Receive. Remember, heaven was never a far-off place outside of you.
You hold it in your hands…
Heaven on Demand
How can you create
What’s not created
Or state
What’s not stated
To date
Without dated
What a state we made of
Misstatements
Misstated
How can you scam
What isn’t planned
Or steal heaven on demand
When you are held tenderly
My love
That’s the plan
And heaven?
You hold it in your hands
This has been a Living Transmission Poetry Beat. Thank you for joining me!
Benjamin
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