Exclusive: Western Voices, 2020: Edited by Scott Thomas Outlar
Bio: Michael
Murphy Burke is a poet of a spiritual and mystical nature who writes from the
heart for the opening of all hearts. He currently works at various treatment
centers and wellness centers as a (VST) Vibrational Sound Therapist. Born in
New Orleans, educated by an inquisitive and adventurous life, he now lives in
Alpharetta, Georgia. He has one book published entitled Dancing With the
Divine, his second book entitled Dancing With the Shadows, should be released
later in 2020. Michael has been hosting an open mic poetry night for the
past 15 years at Phoenix and Dragon Bookstore and is pleasantly and joyously
involved with encouraging the abilities and prospering the talents of many in
their poetic ways. His website is MichaelMurphyBurke.com.
CROSSING THE BRIDGE
It is quite necessary to balance the bridges we cross with
the lands they separate
The land of before and the land of after are but earthly
perceptions that bring us to the soil of now
There's a rich, spiritually filled, nutrition laced field
that is Awakening in each of us
We, who are here now, alive during this pandemic, are part
of the process
Each of us are a vital part of the foundation of the bridge
crossing into a new land
And this new land, this new Earth, requires we leave the
crumbling prisons that were built of paranoia and embrace the newly shaping
shelters constructed from pronoia
The Temples of ourselves are now the sacred strands that
shape our next steps
Steps that must be taken together
Together, we move from a sense of a Universe out to get us,
to punish us, to demean us
Into a Universe that is out to empower us, to encourage us
and ultimately, to redeem us
A Universe that is conspiring, no matter how strange it
appears, to gracefully engage each and every one of us as critical components
in the building of a new bridge that connects us all to our hearts
Our hearts are bonded already by the fields of frequency
they produce
Now these fields, like the countless strands of cable that
support a bridge, are being called together to entwine into a strength that can
only be expressed when we are wrapped together
Supporting one another is the strength that bridges us into
the new land
A land of pronoia, where we not only believe in the
unfolding beauty, we become that beauty, by holding one another in the vision
that we are in this together, not individual strands trying to be strong, but
strands wrapped together, making us all strong
The weak links are empowered
The strong links are emblazoned
The sharing of our abilities is the foundation for a new and
immaculate bridge that connects us all
Right here, right now, we are on that bridge
And it is our love, our love for one another, our love for
ourselves, our love for all things that shall carry us across
From the paranoia of a past
To the pronoia of a present
Where we can BE the love we ARE, and not just dream about
it, write about it or wish for it
Right now, we are on this bridge together, if we just stay
here we will weigh it down and it shall crumble, if we go back we shall become
extinct, but if we cross over, we arrive at the new land
If we persevere, then we sing a new song
A song of Unity
A song of Oneness
A song in which we all help one another
And we Become the Harmony we Seek
The universe is conspiring, in ways impossible for us to
comprehend, for the most beneficial outcome
Let us do the same
Believe in pronoia
Believe in yourself
Believe in US
We are one mass of humanity
It's time to cross the bridge... TOGETHER.
VIBRATIONAL DIVINITY
{ The Song of Our Cells }
When our countless cells rub together
In the glorious dance of vibrational life
They give off Sound
This is the song of our cells
More unique than a fingerprint
Formed in the cosmic dust
More exquisite than a symphony
Composed by Haydn, Beethoven or Mozart
We sing our cells to life
And the song has no judgement, no expectation
No steady beat or inspired lyrics
Just sound
Vibrational Divinity
And it not only sings us into being
It's sings all things into being
We are all on the same album
And our thoughts are the needle awakening the grooves
with vibration that attracts the tribe
To the vibe
And as your vibe attracts your tribe
Your tribe attracts your form
From formless to form
From everything of nothing
To something of matter
We Become
And we sing
We sing of flowers that bloom as planets
We sing of stars that swim as dolphins
We sing of pyramids that point to Orion
We sing of redwoods that reach like our minds
To grasp the sound of ourselves
When, if we just listen, we can hear who we are
From the blood orchestrating through our veins
From the beat of our heart keeping time with stillness
From the delicate whisper of wonder that we call space
And in that space is every song that is
Every sound of the song of our cells
Began from one sound
This eternal and timeless sound
This vibrational divinity
Connects us all
We are never separate
Can't be
There is only one song
Sung by the infinity of cells
That each have their part to play
We are meant to be in tune with each other
But we are not meant to sing in the same key
Or the same voice or the same language
We are unique individual expressions
Singing of union in a Godzillion voices
We are here to bring awakening within ourselves
And in doing this we achieve harmony with everything
We become the most glorious luminescent song of our
cells
And in that
We sing for the stillness
We sing for the tone of One
The Ahbwoon
The Aum
The union of sacred masculine and divine feminine
Lay in the song of our cells
Where there is no gender, no race
No right, no wrong
No shape
Just vibration
Just song
The beautiful song of our cells
They all sing to each other
As the Universal Soul
And this sound
The sound of the universal soul
Is the
Song Of Our Cells
We are the singing
Of our soul
And it is not our soul that leaves our body
It is our body that leaves our soul
We don't have a soul
We are a soul
Our Soul is the conductor
In the symphony that is
The song of our cells.
THE MAYHEM OF MYTHOS
The stories that we tell ourselves
Are some of the strongest Illusions we create
For there's a story inside every story
And there's a fate inside every fate
There's a way we think it should go
Then there's a way that it seems to come
And never the twain shall meet
Until we have unified as One
This illusion of separation
This sense that something is happening To us
Is but a confirming delay for our wholeness
As these persistent Illusions move through us
For until we see the illusion no more
Only the truth of the moment to be
Shall we realize that Nothing is happening TO us
It's happening FOR us... Eternally
Each character that we play
And every actor we've assigned
Play the roles that show us ourselves
Until we are no longer blind
Then... we see through God's own eyes
How the union is so complete
And every doubt we've ever had
Suggests a lesson quite incomplete
For until we see that we are all
Including every judgment we've ever made
We shall dance inside these illusions
Deliriously dismayed
Judging things with right or wrong
And labeling good or bad
These are the mayhem of mythos
These illusions that drive us mad
For each of us are Saints
Who often believe we are sinners
And though a thousand lives we've lived
We are forever just beginners
We are playing every role
We are the gist of every story
We are the Anger in our Agony
And the God within our Glory
For everything we need to know
Is already deep within our clay
Let's watch the stories we tell ourselves
And not allow them to guide us astray
For we are more than the stories we tell
We are The Source from whence they arrive
And Source has no need for mayhem
Or the Mythos that keeps it alive.
Thank you Setu.. Thank you Scott.. An honor to be represented in this illustrious publication.. Much Love..ЁЯЩПЁЯМ╣.. Michael Burke
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