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.
Category: Meaning
Me
Emerging from Nowhere
Participating in everything
Desiring Nothing
I walk Alone
With everyone
Unfathomable Love
If you knew how much I love you
This world would not exist
Yes, there’d be a world and you’d be there
But it would not look like this
Where you now see separation
Everything you’d see is One
All would shine as they are meant to shine
So there’d be no need for sun
War will have never been
Every tragedy has been abated
You encounter someone who’s not like you
And that fact is celebrated
There will be no calls for justice
Or the concept of “what is fair”
Since we’d all create what it is we love
And no one else would care
Family’s only meaning
Would be loving as you love you
And lies would have no place to be
Since every spoken word is true
The most beauty you’d ever witness
Will be wherever you choose to gaze
Songs of joy would never cease
Along with never ending praise
But you choose not to know I love you
Because you’ve chosen one concern
To decide who else I’m supposed to love
Based on what you think they earned
So instead of the world I gave you
You’ve created a distortion
Invented lack in abundant life
And tried to break it up in portions
Because I love you I haven’t stopped you
I trust eventually you’ll get it
Because you’re in time and I am not
I can see where this is headed
I am Love that knows no bounds
Wherever you hide I will be Present
For the world you’ve made where I don’t exist
I have hidden it in Heaven!
© Copyright 2019 Pedro S. Silva II
For Your Consideration
How can we choose God who we cannot see and reject our brothers and sisters who we can see?
This is the choice before us.
To love who we can accept or love who God loves.
Nothing can prepare us for the full revelation of God’s love.
It is an undoing love that sets souls free.
God, undo us. Remove the chains that bind us to the false self,so that our true self can emerge.
Nothing can prepare us for the awareness that God fully loves all—even those we would not choose to love.
Choosing God is choosing all of God’s children.
It is choosing ourselves. May we choose wisely. Amen.
Stillness Speaks
Out of the stillness emerges the Voice that calls us each by our true name
And every name is Beloved
Mistaken identities are replaced
Forgotten callings are restored
The darkness that hinders light is broken through
And what is revealed makes all things new
Peace has always reigned
On the surface waves are crashing, but they are held up by still waters.
© Copyright 2018 Pedro S. Silva II
Maker in the Middle
In the center of all things
Is the One Who is All
From the infinitely large
To the infinitely small
Nowhere not the center
Even that which you call edge
Split the atom and there is fullness
There’s no space that you can hedge
There is no private matter
As far as matter is concerned
In fact matter doesn’t matter
Once it’s spiritually discerned
Reality is Oneness
This thought called two has never been
It’s the illusion of separation
Denying the truth of what’s within
We live, move, and have our being
In the One Place all things Be
Once we receive the “I” that sees this
There’s nothing ever more to see
© Copyright 2018 Pedro S. Silva II
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 Truths Cannot Die
The next time that you kill us
Remember we never really die
Suppressing us won’t free you
Because Truth can’t sustain a lie
I know our presence scares you
We make you feel unsure
Nothing can quite prepare you
For seeing your prejudice impure
You’ve been taught we’re inconvenient
You try to hide us from your view
But locking us up doesn’t keep us out
Since you can’t get away from you
Your history of violence
Towards those who look like me
Has left so many people silent
That we barely know how to be
You say that we are valued
And yet you try to hide the Truth
But there’s no escaping what’s evident
We are the living proof
But where does this knowledge leave us
For too many it ushers shame
The one thing no one wants to feel
Because we can’t escape the pain
See that’s not what we’re seeking
What we want to share is hope
But in our face you see a mirror
And hang the image from a rope
Your guilt too, is not of value
It’s just denial in different dress
Which leads to justification
Which fosters anger and unrest
So what is the solution?
Where do we go from here?
How can we live by a better Way,
When we hold on to our fear?
The answer is we cannot
We have to let love win
Or die in the darkness that we choose
And then do it all again
Spontaneous Cypher
Wonder where I’m coming from?
Let me get you up to speed.
If it’s true–God provides
What I want, I don’t need
Being less never is
In the One Source of All
But let the world tell it
We’re divided by our falls
Makes us so small
Man this grift amaze me
Used to say, “We all One”
But they called me, “Crazy”
Now to me it seems lately
It’s the Word of Truth
The lie of separation
Is now busting loose
Because I Am you are
One Light Two Stars
Shining inside out
So we never go too far
Well that’s about it
That’s All I want to say
Now that that’s off my chest
I bow down to pray.
Twisted
People,
In the wake of all that is going on with the violence, fear, hurt, and anger in this world, I challenge all of us who are seeking to transcend status quo to read this poem and take it into your heart. If you get something out of it share it. It’s autobiographical, but in the end, it isn’t about me. It’s about taking responsibility for the world that we are all creating. It’s time to wake up or die in our sleep.
The Love,
Pedro S. Silva II
Twisted
Open up your ears and hear
The story that I’m telling you
When I was a little kid
I used to get dissed on the regular
I used to get picked on
Poked at and made fun of
Because I was a sensitive cat
Always talking about One Love
Other kids my age
Had multiple distractions
Where as I was more focused on
Putting words into action
So when I took it to the streets
I didn’t expect to get straight dissed
‘Cause my shoes had too many stripes for Adidas
But not enough for K-Swiss
My words were for nothing
I only evoked laughter
I tried to get them focused off my clothes
But it just didn’t matter
They called me church boy
They said I talked “white”
But they were living cartoon
While I was living real life
I wanted to show love
But all they knew was hating
Perpetually playing themselves
Because they were mentally masturbating
They believed the lie
It had been passed down from their mama
Generations infected by an attempt
To keep the black man in drama
So I took it to the adults
I thought they would understand
But they were too “whitewashed”
To see this burgeoning black man
So I took it to my history teacher
Then he said this to my face
“You’re a smart boy
And a credit to your race”
He thought it was a compliment
Only a white man could say that
If he understood anything about me
He’d have known I wouldn’t play that
But I knew he had good intentions
I could tell he didn’t know
He was caught up like everyone else
So I decided to let it go
I then took it to my Grandma
But what she said left me unsettled
She told me tell white people I was Portuguese
So that they would treat me better
What the hell was that?
Was this some conspiracy?
Everyone and their mama working together
To try to instill fear in me
They saw something I thought was impossible
While I saw something else
They were choosing to believe a lie
But I chose to believe in myself
I knew that God had made me
And I know He only makes the best
So I knew the fact that I was not white
In no way made me less
Someone had gotten it twisted
And I was going to find out who
There was no way I was letting these scared victims of society
Tell me what to do
So at first I examined the white man
Since everyone thought he was so smart
I discovered so many despicable deeds
It was as if he had no heart
Then I checked out the black man
I figured they were more like me
But I got pissed to find out some of them helped
When we were sold into slavery
My mind became consumed with anger
I had to let it out
So I decided to tell every black and white
What I was all about
Well both sides called me a racist
In that they agreed with each other
Whites said I was an uppity nigger
And blacks called me siddity brother
So I then turned to God
Well turned on Him is more accurate
Because I didn’t like the way He made this world
I told Him I wasn’t having it
I said “You better do something
Before I fix this world myself
If You are the One responsible for this
I might as well pray to someone else”
He responded, “While you’re sitting here pointing fingers
How about looking in the mirror
I am the One that made all you see
Call nothing I made inferior
Who are you to judge?
Are you the scale by which all things are measured?
Are all things imperfect as compared to you?
Did you put this world together?
There’s a point to all of this
Just listen to what I’m saying
Perhaps I created this entire world
Just to have you right here praying
In Me anything is possible
To all those who believe
This world is as beautiful or ugly as you see it
It depends on what you choose to perceive
I made this world out of perfection
But in your Ego you thought you could fix it
This world will change when you change your mind
You are the one that got it twisted
© Copyright 2004 Pedro S. Silva II
Prodigal Planet
I had a realization on the other side of light,
I see the darkness that we are when we give into our fright.
Don’t want to lose. Get ahead of the game.
Borrow from the future? Can’t we see we’re insane?
Spend what we don’t have. Take from tomorrow.
Where’d it all go? Now we wallow in our sorrow.
How did we get here from where we began?
Did God see this coming when devising the “Plan”?
Free will prisons that we make on our own,
Built on illusions that we can ever be disowned.
Guilt is our garment. Robed in despair.
We reap what we sow and say, “God doesn’t care.”
Wanting to be masters we make a world built for slaves.
We try hard to live forever while we’re digging our own graves.
Now at the bottom, we want to go back,
To the place where we came from–before we knew lack.
But “Do we deserve it?” is the question on our mind.
We’ve lost ourselves in a place that no one else can find.
Can we ever go home? We decide we will try.
Anything’s better than staying here to die.
On the way home, our head down in shame.
We are brought back to life at the sound of our Name.
Instantly restored as if nothing ever happened.
Suddenly we see the true value of the world and its trappings
We always had it all when we remained with Our Source
A single thought of separation and a whole planet’s off course.
© Copyright 2016 Pedro S. Silva II
