12 October 2014

Three Hundred and Sixty-Nine


You have played the given part as well as you possibly can,
But you have all along been something of a pretender, a chameleon.
The truth is you have always sensed you are not a human being,
Nor any of the countless other forms in which you dance
In this infinite eternal theater that you, your Self are.
For that which is absolute, indivisible, complete,
Is what you truly are, have ever been, and will ever be.

* * * *
What suffering consciousness so endlessly concocts.
End desire, release fear, soften the heart.
All differences are imagined.

* * * *
Who are you?  What are you?  Where are you?
When are you?  Why are you?
How are you?
No knowing, really.

* * * *
It is all god,
Including you.
Figure it out.

* * * *
Alone, so alone.
Ain’t it wonderful?

* * * *
The filament of awareness
Is the eternal me, my Self and I.
Anything less is delusion.

* * * *
Who can care for you
If you do not care for your Self?
Be your best friend in every form and guise.

* * * *
You have an absolute right to protect yourself
Against any and all who would harm you and yours.
As much as many a heart would choose to see it otherwise,
In this shades-of-gray garden, if you want peace, prepare for war.