ants of Deliverance
A silent beauty
A Lightness carried within
Unseen, felt deeply
© 2026 M.N. Hopkins
Note: I wrote this poem in the haiku style of poetry a few days ago and published it for the first time today, the 6th of February, 2025. The words came to me in a quiet moment.
Be at peace and be assured that no one, nowhere can possibly put an end to this collective dream of Mankind. Be not deceived and know deep within yourselves that your efforts were a loving gift to future generations. A gift of freedom given freely that will one day be appreciated and cherished and will live within the human heart.
© 2010 M.N. Hopkins
Their accumulated wealth will mean nothing to those who starve not just for clean food and water, but starve for the freedom to express their humanity and goodness without fear of reprisals. It is sad that it will come to this, but people will learn from this and will no longer be so easily deceived by these few who do ill intent and twist and turn and change laws to imprison the last voices of reason and love. These men will be judged by God as well as their citizens and no more will tyrants rule so effectively.
© M.N. Hopkins
Vision
I trod the whole world over,I traveled every road.I only sought an answer,I could not bear my load.I wandered many forests,Past marked and unmarked graves.I passed by lonely mountains,And seas of restless waves.I reached at last a lonely place,And weary fell upon my face.A place, like me, forgotten and unkeptAnd there my heart broke and I wept.And in that place to which I'd wanderedThe stony earth was torn asunderThe sky above me broke and thunderedAnd I gazed on in fear and wonder.I raised my voice and wept with grief,Put my lament before God's throne.For He was not within the storm.And I was standing still alone.The sky above me burned with flame,Beneath my feet the earth did shake.Waves rose beyond a mountain's height,The stones around me fell and brake.I raised my voice and wept with grief,Put my lament before God's throne.For He was not within the storm,And I was standing still alone.Hail and fire rained on the earth,The greatest of the mountains fell,Above my head stood heaven's hosts,Beneath my feet- the depths of hell.I raised my voice and wept with grief,Put my lament before God's throne.For He was not within the storm,And I was standing still alone.And then the softest gentle breathAcross my tear streaked face was blown.And He was in that quiet breath,And I stood - no more alone.(AGW 1/26)
 You deprive yourself of many things by not being able to recognize the value of what other beings give you. Even the most patient, the most generous of people end up being discouraged. What is the point of trying to help you, trying to do you a good turn, if you do not appreciate it? They feel they are wasting their time with you, and in the end they will turn to help someone else, someone who will show more appreciation for the help offered. Even a spiritual master must take this reality into consideration. He gives his riches and his knowledge to those in whom he senses an echo. Otherwise he keeps quiet; he does not put his treasures into a leaking boat. And heaven does the same: it closes its doors to anyone who does not recognize its kindliness. You will say: ‘But we didn't know it was like this and that we must be so vigilant.' Well, exactly. You have to learn. You have heard of the expression ‘to have dealings with someone', in other words to be in association with someone. This implies an exchange. Try to meditate on all the applications of this word. In exchange for what he gives you, a spiritual master asks that you at least give him your attention. Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov was a Bulgarian philosopher, pedagogue, mystic, and esotericist. A leading 20th-century teacher of Western Esotericism in Europe, he was a disciple of Peter Deunov, the founder of the Universal White Brotherhood. |
