The following is a poem about Reiki by Len Thomas. I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to post a comment about this one.

Discover on the Mountain 

Once upon a time

In a land so distant,

A land of strange culture

A man of vision sat upon a mountain

For 20 days, we are told he sat

The mantras he used

And the silence he contained,

And on the 21st he had revealed

Through a window;

 

The Glory of the Universe

 

For effect and result

As none would understand

He, this later to be revered man,

Contained his visions

To the few who by devotion,

 

Displayed the understanding, that these revelation commanded

These were the keys

 

The keys to all of the ancient knowledge

The reasons for all understanding

The ancient races did not need to record in this dimension

Information as to ‘ How ‘

Reasons for ‘ Why ‘

Or understanding of ‘ What ‘

 

All that had been to the Ancients, was revealed

 

So, with this understanding, bright of eye

Confident with the understanding,

He ventured towards an acceptance,

he thought,

of the revelations.

 

An acceptance of truth.

A realization as to why we, as beings were really here on this planet for.

But, much to his dismay

Those who demanded, rejected for ease

That which was too simple, too easy to accept.

 

So again, contained he became

 

His acceptance is not what others saw

So he changed the approach,

the acceptance,

the understanding.

 

This did come to pass

 

So after a time it was left to a woman

The task was demanding

To be accepted

To be understood

And to accept the responsibility of disclosure to all.

 

Then it was agreed,

In that land of distant culture

The spirit advised and that was accepted

Reveal to a few the way to the keys

Many will come but few will pass

 

The visions of many, as before, from another who stood

Does not the Spirit value contain?

This was agreed

So how to arrange

So how to value

What was to be, and how to achieve

 

Lets As we are advised

 

Structure a level that all will desire

 

That few will contest.

 

Who’s who can and those who otherwise

 

There will be no challenge.

All will believe that they are the chosen

So it came to pass

That to a number, not together, secrets contained

 

Did the information pass.

 

So glib were those on the temple steps

That the basic tests were not performed

The intelligent believed,

The fine print not read

 

So how was it hidden?

How was the secret contained?

 

‘It is left to those who know, who have the feeling and the way’

A question asked, an answer revealed.

A shadow appeared, a soft balloon described

No strength, no value, only leakage the result

The real is limited

The strength of light

The values of lineage perform the function

So be careful those who are chosen

For functions to perform.

 

Those who do not check before that function perform

To confirm the status, question the value, or fall under the shadow

The light is limited. The shadow is great.

 

For those who cast the shadow

There is no excuse before the gate.

The keys were given, the direction was clear

Be careful of your journey, for few are the ones with the keys

Many are the warnings that the path must be straight

To some the light is shown bright, now but dim at the start.

 

So has the story value or should it in a Potters Field lay

Be warned

The hints are there

The values can be tested

Of all that is within this material world

Spirit does prevail.