The truth is they won’t accept you
Because you won’t accept that you’re accepted
You remind them of the lies they told
Because you reflect what they projected
The denial of your existence
Protects identities that don’t exist
And now you want to be like them
What part of the message did you miss?
Who you are before you’re born
Is more true than you can know
When you let someone tell you who you are
Who has no power to make it so
That’s why I live and keep on living
Without the dream of keeping score
Knowing absence from the body
Is Presence with the Lord
And by “Presence with the Lord”,
I mean I Am Presence too
Because the One You Are when You’re with God
Can never be taken away from You
Category: Eternity
To Be and To Become
Looking through the window
I see what is the soul
The Witness of all I witness
The fulfillment of my goal
The genesis of my being
And my exodus return
The destination I never left
Through living I have learned
An eternal invitation
To be and to become
An only among the Many
Realized when I am One.
© Copyright 2023 Pedro S. Silva II
Freestyle Vision Statement
It’s All too big
For us to be this small
We got to push out fear
So we can hear Love’s call
I will keep building bridges
To overcome your walls
Undivide your divisions
Till we’re all in All
I don’t care if you don’t like me
What you may think unsightly,
I can never let it fright me
It might be…
Let me make a new decision
Undo everything I’ve learned
With Mysterious’ precision
Lose my vision
Makes me the opposite of blind
Eternally forgiving
Means never running out of time
I shine…
When I come out of the dark
“It is finished.”
From the moment that you start.
©️ Copyright 2021 Pedro S. Silva II
My Creator
You are the Love of my Life
And the Life in my love.
Every love poem I write to You
Has been plagiarized from Your Heart.
Though words cannot contain You or express You,
You have endless names
So that anyone who will
Can know the satisfaction of calling on You.
But Named or not,
We cannot beckon You to come where You’ve never left.
You are always here.
The places we go where we cannot find You do not exist.
As the Psalmist wrote,
“When I awake, I am still with You.”
Am I still with You?
I must be.
Or I would not be writing words that only Love can speak.
Am I awake?
I must be.
Or I am dreaming the only thing worth dreaming—
That You are the Love of my Life
And the Life in my love.
The Soul You Rob Is Your Own
Eyes filled with tears
Heart so full
Can’t say it’s spilled milk
Seeing all this bull
Everywhere soul robbers
Work to dig our graves
Offer carrot stick freedom
Keep us unseen slaves
Two faced leaders
Both mouths lie
Stick those needles
In the public eye
So we see nothing
But we don’t know why
Place our hopes in the illusion
They are on our side
But what I see lately
Merely comes to this
In a win-lose world
Someone will be missed
And in a rank based system
You know who it’ll be
Those who don’t pass muster
And those who look like me
But my tears aren’t for pity
For those who play that role
It’s for those who kill worlds
Trying to find their souls
Because in the grand scheme of things
Nothing’s here for the keeping
This is a seed planting realm
So we can live our own reapings
Forever!
© Copyright 2018 Pedro S. Silva II
We Are Born In the Moments
Below is a poem written by my 9 year old daughter, Calista, a sensitive soul and one of my best friends ever. I say that because I can relate to her more than I can relate to most people. I guess it is similar to my relationship with my own mother. Our relationship transcends familial bonds. In a lot of ways I think if we were to relate to one another simply in that way, it would actually place a limitation on our ability to learn and grow together. Of course I respect my mother according to certain societal prescriptions and I ask the same of my daughter for me.
However, from a spiritual perspective, I understand that I cannot limit our ability to teach one another simply because my mother was born before me and I was born before my daughter. After all, we are more than simply these corporeal expressions traveling through time. The greater part of us is eternal–beyond time and therefore each of us has at our disposal access to the infinite wisdom of our Source, our Creator with whom we eternally. From this perspective, as one whose ideal is to live a life that expresses the “On Earth as it is in Heaven” design, I’d be a fool not to see every being as a potential gateway to greater awareness of God’s grace and revelation.
C.S. Lewis said:
“For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity. Of the present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience analogous to the experience which [God] has of reality as a whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered them. He would therefore have them continually concerned either with eternity or with the Present–either meditating on their eternal union with, or separation from, Himself, or else obeying the present voice of conscience, bearing the present cross, receiving the present grace, giving thanks for the present pleasure.”
I believe that this is the essence of what Calista’s poem conveys and it is to this awareness that I am convicted. Children are very present centered beings. If what Brother Lewis is saying is accurate–and I believe it is–then this aspect of how they encounter the world is precisely why Jesus said that the entrance to the kingdom must be approached as a child.
When seduced by the illusion of temporality, we place a premium on chronological order–the first is the first and the last is the last. In realm of the eternal the first can be the last and the last can be the first, what once was may never be and what has never been can be, and the beginning and the end are One. I say this to say that the Divine Order is not limited to linearity. Thus is the way of the eternal. And so in this moment out of which I am being reborn, I am hoping to follow my daughter in remembering that I too am from the moments where I am most present.
Where I’m From
by Calista Monterra FitzSilva
I am from my little sister’s sweet little giggles
when I tickle her and her big smiles,
Her brown eyes as brown as a grizzly bear’s fur.
I am from my little sister pulling my hair
And trying to talk and crying over her pacifier
I’m from my mom’s sweet banana bread
Warm out of the oven, the steam rising
The chocolate chips melt into chocolate sauce.
I’m from my grandmother’s magnificent apple pie on Thanksgiving eve.
And the fluffy pancakes she makes when I visit her and my grandpa
I am from the sweet apple cider we sipped
before we skied down the mountain in Boston, Massachusetts
I would fly down the mountain, woosh!
The wind blowing in my face.
I am from the salty air of Aruba
as the ocean splashes up on me and soaks me
I am from early Christmas mornings
when the outside world is cold and damp
I’m from climbing the huge rock in my cousin’s backyard
and finding shiny rocks
I am from these moments.
© Copyright 2017 Pedro Silva and Calista FitzSilva
There’s A World
There’s a world we all are living in
But not everyone can see
A World of eternal spaciousness
Where everyone is free
Inside that world is another world
Where people choose to live a lie
“Special people”claim to know the Truth
And teach the “forgetting” we can die
Some of those people know the Truth
And twist it tight for so called gain
Telling us that we can’t get along
And that the Other causes pain
Their clarion call is “SAVE YOURSELF”
So that’s what many of us try to do
We can’t see it’s just a cattle call
And all they want to hear is “MOOOO”
They have no purpose if we’re not scared
“Can’t you see that there’s a threat?”
They know that we will sell our souls
Only as long as we’re fearing death
They tell you they’re here to protect us
That’s the job for which they’re paid
In exchange you can focus on other things
But you lose consciousness in the trade
The world of lies that we think is real
Does not objectively exist
Like a picture of a sumptuous meal
On which no one can subsist
Meanwhile in the eternal world
One is the Truth that always reigns
“divided houses” do not exist
And there is no loss or gain
No one’s seeking for the joy in life
For Joy is the Cause of Life itself
And value isn’t used as we use it here
Since everything springs from eternal wealth
There also is never a use for Welcome
Because there’s never a time that we aren’t here
We can tell ourselves that we’ve gone away
But to Truth we’ve never disappeared
Like children with their hands on eyes
Who think they’re unseen when they can’t see
Here we can choose to chain ourselves
But that doesn’t make us less than free
We’re only bound by the limits that we project
Our own judgments become our jail
But our sentence is never for our entire life
Because the Truth always prevails
The Up Side of Down
I am done with my pretending
That One can ever be a two
Two is just a false multiplicity
Of all that isn’t true
We claim a world based on division
Of what can never be divided
We think that we can take the All that’s One
And make it double-sided
But the distance never happened
Not even in our dreams
Oneness yielding separation
Infinity bursting at the seams
I can see it all so clearly
I can feel it in my bones
I am still “In the Beginning”
And I’ve never been alone
We is a singularity
Plurality is just a method of expression
The All that’s One seen in many ways
Casting infinite reflections
That’s the Up side of Down
They are One and they’re the same
Like life and death and all that’s left
Are simply links in a single chain
Move a link and see what happens
You move one and you move them all
And so it is in every realm
Rising as we fall
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II
Our Guardian Whose Art Is Heaven
Our Guardian Whose Art is Heaven
On this and every other plane
Thanks for calling us into being
And holding us in Your Name
We seek to find your Kingdom
We live for it to come
A world beyond division
Where all are known as One
A place of infinite creation
Where all that’s good will last
Our future and our hope
Without the burdens of the past
Thy will for us is done
By Your Heaven born Design
As soon as we surrender
And walk the narrow line
By Your Word You feed us daily
With everything we need
Satisfying Holy hungers
That this world could never feed
You share the joy of Your forgiveness
By instructing we do it too
Forgiving others when they trespass
For they know not what they do
This frees us from temptation
From error we’re delivered
We enter into the Kingdom
When we imitate the Giver
In that State we behold Your Glory
And Your unassuming Power
That’s been our Light in a world of darkness
Preparing us for our hour
You’ve been creating us in Your Image
Though invisible it may be
Teaching us to practice the Art of Heaven
That only opened eyes can see
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II
Nothing Is What It Seems
Nothing is what it seems
There’s always something underneath
Hidden worlds in every event
Taking action to be released
All you might see is what’s in front of you
Meanwhile a mystery unfolds
While you’re focusing on the “important things”
Secret stories are being told
Like the alarm that you just slept through
That will you make late to that early meeting
You will experience as an inconvenience
When in truth it’s an Angel’s greeting
Or that relationship that ended
That you thought would be forever
May be causing you a lot of pain right now
But it would be worse if you stayed together
Or what about that job of yours
That leaves you daily stressing
You think it’s about how much you’re paid
When it’s about how much you’re blessing
Your child who will not listen
That one who never stops debating
May be getting on your very last nerve
But you don’t know what they’re cultivating
This is what I remind myself
When things don’t seem to go my way
That God is shaping something in my soul
That is not always on display
And this isn’t true for only me
But for everyone around me
Even the people I consider not so nice
May have souls that would astound me
That’s why Abba tells me not to judge
My sisters and my brothers
Because we might see what our bodies do
But most times we can’t see each other
Of course you may not like this line of thought
I’m not suggesting that you should
All I want to do is encourage you
Because there is underlying good
It may be difficult to fathom
Especially when looking at the past
But even if everything went your way
It still was never meant to last
This world is like an incubator
That’s meant to help us build our strength
Not a place for us to make a home
Or seek to stay beyond its length
And everything that happens here
Is always more than it appears
Because we’re learning how to better choose
Between what’s from joy and what’s from fears
We’re being prepared for our true nature
That was not meant to stay in time
We are practicing being human
So we can handle what is Divine
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II