Spiraling upwards to the Light of Spirit,
Spiraling downward to the darkness,
Of the unconscious,
Of the unconscious,
And spiraling inwards to That
Which Is – All being Is One.
From the shell of the ocean,
To the spiral of the galaxies, the ladder
Of DNA to the spiral
Of the entwined serpents,
Ascending the caduceus:
The Tree of Life,
True Being is remembered,
As man becomes more than god,
For man he never was,
And god he is neither.
Meaning that can only be known
By Itself, for there is nothing
To compare It to.
Infinity beyond mind
And Eternal Awareness beyond life,
And death. All that appears,
Is but a momentary swirl,
The dance of emptiness,
Eternally dancing in everything.
An endless dream of illusion
That is but a projection of the mind.
Nothing is separate
From anything else,
And nothing exists apart from the mind.
To know this,
All that was ever known,
And believed to be true is sacrificed.
This death is the road to Awe:
This death is the road to Awe:
The spiritual death
That is the death
Of all, but immortal Awareness.
All else is a prison, for no man, no world,
Or any god has ever existed;
No ‘other’ exists and ’thing-ness’ is but a dream,
In the mind of man. There is only One Presence
Which knows that All Is One.
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