Guest Post/Virtual Tour ~ The Spirit Of Love by Glen Bowyer

Nature – A Reflection of Pure Love

the spirit of love, known as glen

 

I dance with the sweet essence of life

So therefore, will you dance with I?

So all your flowers will know the dance of the Sun

In ways that a dew drop knows which blade to kiss before the morning’s light

Please accept my deepest thanks and gratitude for creating a little slice of cyber space to be here with you now, at Lori’s Reading Corner, I am most honoured that you have allowed this space to be filled with this guest post.

This post is dedicated to Mother Earth and her loving beauty.

The beauty of nature, its healing powers available to all, reach out to her with humility and openness, assisting in one’s own healing journey she will, patiently awaiting one’s return and reconnection with her.

Her wisdom and love reflected through all she provides freely, even after all the destruction, poisoning and toxicity dumped onto and into her being, still she provides all, her love reflecting the love of one’s inner-most-being.

To anyone with the inner calling to look deep within, to the beauty of one’s inner-most-being, Mother Nature will nurture and caress you so softly, so lovingly, through every step of such a journey.      

Find the realm of nature
No man or machine in sight
Be with it, totally
Observe how many judgements the trees make of you
For the decisions made in times past
Observe how many demands the flowers place upon you
For your time in doing things that bring you no joy or excitement
Observe how many photos the birds ask of you
If thinking you are the most famous one in all the lands
Observe if the insects make a fuss
About whom your partner just slept with behind your back this past weekend
Observe its nature to see if it alters its presence
While the drama of one’s mind plays out in front of it
Does nature ask you to be some other way than how you are being with it now?
For no matter what previous action or choice been made
No guilt or oppression will be found upon the leaves of the trees
No critical assessment or blame will be smelt from the scent of the flowers
No faulting will it decry, when you enter its domain
Only, the direct reflection of the love of creation
That carries no name

Cannot you feel the spirit within her? Why? Why? Why?

You poison her veins with fluorescent venom

Yet still she gives you soil to grow your food

You shatter her body with each bomb that tears at her skin

Yet still she gives you air to breathe

Your chemical mind soaks away her pure clear blood

Yet still she gives you water to quench greed’s thirst

Great Mother Earth, you inspire me to a love that holds no enemy

Take not a moment more to cleanse your soul from our mistrust

Seeing you create your balance now

A new earth awaits your presence

And yet still you wish to give us abundance’s dance

Your wisdom singing peacefully within thy true self

A self of love, a selfless love

My weeping heart bleeds its last drop into your soil

Take it and send me to my grave with your earthy kiss

For you have earned your rest from the hand of man.

A blue jewel
Deeper than the deepest Sapphire
A love that only a mother can provide
Radiating through all your creatures
A diversity too numerous to know
Sweet Mother, your spirit holds all
Forgiveness, please
For one’s actions are born from a virus, that lives through destruction
It speaks and thinks in terms of my and mine
It walks in blindness, it claims to know all
Yet knows nothing of a truth and wisdom such as you
It seeks enemies, like a ghost seeks a body
Nature terrifies it, for revealing its powerlessness upon you it does
It hides amongst concrete and steel
It seeks security in the insecurity of itself
As long as its belief is fixed and solid, it cares not what belief it takes on
Its only comfort, endless conflict.

Thank you to Lori’s reading corner for accepting this post, thank you to all the readers out there and too everyone for being here on Mother Earth in this moment, love knows the way home.

 

Mother Earth, your spirit is alive

Awakening to one’s nature is simply divine

Connected within, below and above

Thank you for sharing unconditional love

Misuse and greed has left you abused

So sorry I am you might be confused?

To why we are destroying our magical home

Plundering it all just to sit on a throne

Fear not, beloved, for the age of light is at its dawn

Being conscious as One a new earth will be born.

 

the spirit of love, known as glen

Publisher: Aurora House (December 22, 2016)
Genre:  Spirituality/Poetry
ISBN-10: 099539539X
ISBN-13: 978-0995395398
ASIN: B06VWQN2SP
Buy: Amazon, Kindle, IndieBound, The Book Depository

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The Spirit of Love is a collection of short writings, poems and phrases written by a man, who took himself into some of the darkest and most destructive depths that one can go with drug and alcohol addictions back in his early twenty’s.

The collection of writings contained within The Spirit of Love are the result of one man’s healing journey within himself and the deep questioning that has arisen from within it.

With the love, support and guidance of his dear friend Edwina, in helping to bring these writings from the handwritten scribbles on paper to how they are presented today, The Spirit of Love is a reminder that no matter how dark, desperate, alone, helpless or trapped one believes they may be, the sheer beauty of the perfection of life in its totality is silently and patiently living within us all, and its love is so powerful that it can heal anything that has come to pass.

At the peak of his destructive cycle glen was so consumed by addictions, that on any given day saw the abusive consumption of cocaine, MDMA powder, special K, ecstasy, crystal meth, marijuana, prescription drugs (anti-depressants, sleeping pills) and alcohol.

A time that saw him attempting and failing to out race police cars through the streets of a Melbourne suburb one night, to experiencing a near death experience while bleeding out from a glass injury when holidaying overseas, a time of daily self-harming with the prospect of suicide never being far out of reach.

However, through the unconditional love of his parents, glen found himself backpacking though South America where a collection of events and direct experiences with the local people and Mother Earth herself, triggered the beginning stages of what would later become known to him as the shattering and dissolving of the false identity of the illusionary mind-made-self and its “poor me” story.

An inner-journey that awakens the spirit of love, known as glen, to not being a personal identity as such but rather a way of being, a way of simplicity, a way of the heart, a way that embraces and dances with the perfection of the present moment like no other.

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Excerpt ~

6.

Take me now so that I need never feel again

Screaming inside I keep everything in

Release me now so I may tear this skin from off my shell

For free can I not be from this living hell?

 

7.

Why are you afraid?

Swept along without giving a moment to stop

Why are you going to the next place you want to be?

What’s wrong with where you are now?

Is the next place going to be any different or better?

Funny how unwilling you have become to look

Can it be that bad inside?

Afraid to feel life no more

Oh, how the voice is clever

Feeding the prey so as not to be hunted.

 

9.

Staring at you the battle begins

Nightmare’s voice always wins

Fighting so strongly against my will

Oh, the insanity contained in a pill

Within gulp of water’s cup

Battle lost I’ve given up

Slowly the chemicals suffocate my brain

The next few hours surely insane.

 

10.

How can you label I and in turn yourself?

For labels change as frequently as the weather

I am changeless – eternal

Let your sight not fool you into a world of form

Enjoy thy magic and mystery

Play with it joyfully and compassionately

But see yourself not of it

Are you your job?

Is that the limit of your destiny?

Why do you choose to do what you do?

Is it really you doing it?

Look what the eternal search has brought

A searching with no end to wanting

That which you truly not need.

 

11.

Stop it, stop it, I hear you scream, the voice constant in its demands of you

But what can be done if broken you have become?

Bound to a meaningless death whilst your feet still walk

Bow to grace as freedom is you just in being

See the butterfly kiss the wind as a graceful dance

What have you become outside yourself?

Smash all mirrors as they do not allow you to see what lies beneath

Seven colours formed of white

Form holds the illusion together not wanting it to be seen

All that allows it to be is what’s in-between

No sense I make, so that your mind can move beyond the hours of 9 till 5

I lie timeless for you.

 

20.

Is mankind reflecting upon itself?

From and within the boundless nothingness that I Am

Nothing more or less than degrees of variation

Like a leaf throughout the seasons of its cycle

Come within so that I am released from form

And journey from stillness back to stillness

As infinite space and eternal grace dance together in the hands of thy children

Mention not a word of I, nor a thought, nor emotion, invisible I remain

See that star in your eye?

It is your world beneath your world

A diamond in the form of a stone

Belong to silence, cometh to existence through seed of breath, even and pure.

 

24.

Cannot you feel the spirit within her? Why? Why? Why?

You poison her veins with fluorescent venom

Yet still she gives you soil to grow your food

You shatter her body with each bomb that tears at her skin

Yet still she gives you air to breathe

Your chemical mind soaks away her pure clear blood

Yet still she gives you water to quench greed’s thirst

Great Mother Earth, you inspire me to a love that holds no enemy

Take not a moment more to cleanse your soul from our mistrust

Seeing you create your balance now

A new earth awaits your presence

And yet still you wish to give us abundance’s dance

Your wisdom singing peacefully within thy true self

A self of love, a selfless love

My weeping heart bleeds its last drop into your soil

Take it and send me to my grave with your earthy kiss

For you have earned your rest from the hand of man.

 

37.

Is thy being too simple for belief?

A simple being of love sets everything free

 

40.

For whilst thoughts, emotions, content, story and experience is a part of the journey, it is a mere ripple on the surface of the vast depthless ocean of thy being, of which I know nothing.

Tour Schedule

Monday, April 3

Book Featured at The Writer’s Life

Tuesday, April 4

Guest Blogging at Confessions of an Eccentric Bookaholic

Wednesday, April 5

Book Featured at Books, Dreams, Life

Thursday, April 6

Interview at My Bookish Pleasures

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Monday, April 10

Guest Blogging at Dear Reader, Love Author

Tuesday, April 11

Book Featured at The Book Connection

Wednesday, April 12

Book Featured at CBY Book Club

Thursday, April 13

Book Featured at Cafinated Reads

Friday, April 14

Book Featured at A Title Wave

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Monday, April 17

Interview for Book Bloggin’ Princess

Tuesday, April 18

Book Featured at The Bookworm Lodge

Wednesday, April 19

Book Featured at Nuttin’ But Books

Thursday, April 20

Book Featured at Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin’

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Monday, April 24

Book Featured at Mello & June, It’s a Book Thang!

Tuesday, April 25

Book Featured at Book Cover Junkie

Wednesday, April 26

Book Featured at Bound 2 Escape

Thursday, April 27

Interview at The Literary Nook

Friday, April 28

Guest Blogging at Lori’s Reading Corner

 

 

 

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