24 September 2013

One Hundred


Imagine, if from your birthing,
You were among a simple, wise people,
Who clearly explained that you were godness,
That you were the epicenter of your personal universe,
A guardian of this garden, and that all the universe around you
Was filled with teachers, each blessed for their gift, whatever it might be.
And that you were also one of their teachers, likewise blessed, likewise ordained.
Imagine that you were brought up with the certainty that each and every fellow life form,
From the very greatest to the very smallest, are all kin in the highest sense,
And that you are a solitary witness to the eternal song of godness,
Never to doubt, even once, that you are truly of the one.

* * * *
We are all of the same awareness
Etched by the diversity of consciousness
Into untold assumptions of self-absorbed pretense.
It is only at the source that you will discern
The vast, indivisible commonality.
There truly is no other.
Thou art God.

* * * *
It appears that you are ensnared for yet another day
In this mortal frame, so profoundly temporal.
Yet you are not a body, you are not a mind.
You are not, have never been, nor will ever be,
Bound by any manifest container that any creation,
No matter how inexplicable, has ever, or can ever, muster.

* * * *
You are that which is brick and mortar to all spaces, all times.
That which is witness to every dimension, every dream.
That which is awake even during the deepest sleep.
That which is asleep in even the most alert vigil.
That which is the tiniest, infinitesimal point.
That which is the most infinite expanse.
That which none can either claim to be,
Nor feign, except in delusion, not to be.
That which is, ever was, and will ever be.
That which is not, never was, and will never be.
The quantum matrix prior to all imaginings born of mind,
The eternal nature prior to all attributes formed of consciousness,
Indivisible, unblemished, singular, supreme, sovereign, absolute, without peer.