I submit this Expression of the Heart that fits no category at all

I submit this Expression of the Heart that fits no category at all, not poetry, verse, prose, mysticism nor, probably, grammatically correct, and what’s more, most likely socially/culturally challenging. However, I can only confess I fit no category at all.

Oh Beloved
There is a Sound, a Vibration in the Soul
that no word can contain, no word can describe, no word can reveal
It is like an ancient Prayer Bell calling from a far-away valley
It is the Sound of our birth and our death and it Sounds clearer now to me

Oh Beloved
All bodies carry and reverberate with this Sound
It embodies the Majestic Symphony of Life, our Calling, our Meaning
The new born child mind is Pure, it only knows each moment, it hears the Sound
Until society/culture infiltrates the mind, sets the values, the beliefs, the goals, the
ideals, the identity. It invades so deep we think it is who we are.

Oh Beloved
All our Dear Children, Fresh Lilies of the Open Field, Souls with wings to fly.
How quickly we, who ourselves believe the illusion, penetrate their mind with
societies worldly identity and its Soul crippling ideas, beliefs and demands.
Oh how the noise drowns out the Divine Sound, the Call to Life
The tragedy begins - it is not the Sounds Validation we seek now, but societies validation.

Oh Beloved
We humans carry the Sound, the Beauty, the Mystery, the Unity of Life
But every society/culture supplants it with its lie of difference, its need for control
And then, before long, the society/culture cannot dispense with you
and you cannot, it feels, dispense with society/culture. It’s now a conveniently
comfortable lie. A lie of convenience to move easily in the society. But so harmful.

Oh Beloved
Humans would rather cling to the lie than grow beyond into All Pervading Truth
The lie is chosen for the convenience of comfort, for the convenience of belonging
Oh Beloved, what can I say when people only recognise me in the difference
They cannot hear me, the Sound, they cannot hear the Majestic Sound, the Call to
Life, the Call to their Full Expansive Unity Consciousness.

Oh Beloved
As the world slips out of me I feel more and more. Almost unbearable feeling.
This body is permeated by the Highest Joy and the Deepest Sadness
And I am not afraid to feel it all - the Divine Sound plays every note in the Symphony
of Life, the Only Real. Oh Beloved, Life, Joy, Sorrow, Love are a matter of forgiving
absurdity – the absurdity of the lie. What will we fight and argue for then?

Oh Beloved
Did I offend you, did I not validate you when I said You are beyond society/culture?

Oh Beloved, we did not choose our bodies, the culture, the country, your given
name. Oh Beloved, do I displease you when I do not validate your desire for
specialness in my effort to point You to Your Inherent Life Worthiness?

Oh Beloved,
We must all become Gardeners in the Ecology of Expanded-Consciousness
We must all Grow or Transcend the limited worldly identity so deeply implanted from
the world, not the Spirit.
Oh Beloved, we must become intrepid explorers of our Undifferentiated Souls
Luminous Intelligence and Dignity – our Fully Expanded Conscious Capacity
That, which has becomes buried under the weight of social/cultural patterns,
conditioning and veils of karma.
Our Bodies are both the Host and the Guest of Spirit that belongs to no one.

Oh Beloved
I remember Beloved Hazrat Babajan, how She tried to tell them in Her time
But they would not, could not, pay the Price of Her Wares
And so She gave them back to the Proprietor.
And there You are again, and again, and again. Oh Beloved.

Oh Beloved
What can I say? I have no argument to answer to, no difference to work out
Life Birthed You and I, not society or culture
Your Birth was, and always is, Life & Validation of Your Beauty, Your Wonder, Your
Love, Your Joy and Sorrow
Our Inherent Worthiness is Embedded in the fabric of the Body and Soul
It needs no validation at all.

Oh Beloved.
E&E