The message has always been the same. We are the ones who have forgotten. The religion is one and humanity has a common source. Over time, messengers and religious forms change. This confuses people.
The Light is the binding force of the universe and is the mother and father of us all. It is the great river from which we all came. On the surface, the river’s water shifts due to changing currents and wind. Yet, beneath the surface the water remains calm and tranquil.
In this age, people are frightened and searching for something to help ease their fear and unite them. It is there, but we have forgotten to go deep and embrace our common spiritual heritage.
Within each, the Light is waiting to bring us home and illume the darkness.
The River
Before the Word was written, it was inscribed
On the hearts of men with a Divine Pen.
The stars and all the heavens sing His Story.
The lands and all the waters proclaim His Glory.
He sent Moses and this Book was the first.
For the Jewish people a Golden Verse.
The River has flowed and always will,
Feeding the forest and caressing the hill.
He sent Jesus with His Message of Love,
And humanity killed this beautiful Dove.
The River is One wherever it flows.
The direction it takes only He Knows.
He sent Mohammed Who was the Seal.
He taught us all to Bow and Kneel.
We shall journey the River to every stream,
And humanity will live this wondrous dream.
It is promised the Dove shall return,
And in every heart the Light will again burn.
Everyone will experience the parts of Whole,
And journey the River to the Divine Soul.
SB
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Like the seeds of a wild flower
We are scattered across the land.
Gently the wind has guided us;
We are nurtured by a Divine Hand.
We shall blossom in our hour
And join an Ocean of Light.
Filling valleys with our Fragrance
Shinning across the Night.
SB
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And the world is spinning faster
Rushing through the galaxy-
Charging the Judgment Day.
Daily another stone is added
To the wall of indifference
That keeps people
From serving
The needs of each other.
The Shadow of Tomorrow
Is authored by the deeds of today,
And these are Dark Times
For the Morning is waiting.
On the day, when we Awaken
And are faced with the world
Torn asunder, only our Faith
Shall ease our Pain.
SB
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I am like a child
With a rare and beautiful stone;
I want to show it to the world.
I wonder will they laugh
And call me a fool?
Or will the Gem be enjoyed
And admired for its Grace?
O Lord, lead me
So I might learn
How to share Thy Name.
SB
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Announcing a new book- Sufism for Western Seekers: Path of the Spiritual Traveler in Everyday Life. In next few weeks, look for it on CreateSpace and Amazon; more information to follow.
Save The Date: Hear my guest appearance on Godspeed Institute Radio Show, with hosts Carol and Michael Hallunbaek, Sunday, December 11, 2011, 2-3 pm.
Topic: I will be discussing, The Path of the Spiritual Traveler in Everyday Life and my new book Sufism for Western Seekers.
Want to listen, go to: www.progressiveradionetwork.com, click on Listen Live Button, 12/11/11, 2 – 3 pm.
To contact author go to: www.stewartbitkoff.com or e-mail: goldpath@ptd.net.
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