AsIDream

The Majesty of Awe

In the Awareness known only to Itself

And belonging to nothing

Without name

Or form

The eye is rescued from nonexistence

Called to this life

To awaken within

To dwell in contentment

And Self-realization

The clear space

Of seeing

Of unchanging Awareness

That sees the eternal dance of life

As everything comes

And goes In rhythm

Eternity’s ecstatic and perfect hymn

In all hearts that find

The Eternal Being

That is but One’s Self

The One Light that is the majesty of Awe

The Lost Child

Where is the child

that passed through the gate

beyond the tall grasses

that bordered the path

where once the sunrises

painted the world

and a day was forever

in boundless fields

of immortal whispers

that filled the heart

as green leaves turned

on butterfly songs

and eyes of wonderment

knew no end

nor thought of heaven

as something more

yet those summers to vanish

as if but a dream

and the child now gone

where the footprints paused

looking behind for the way back home

but finding the path no longer there

Tinkling
spires of translucent crystal
like white-thistle stars
hanging by a
spider’s silk
in the hues
of blue rainbows
like a halcyon
messenger
for Elysium dreams
an idyllic world
in another
inner dimension
an art work
but a loving river
of rhapsody
twisting and turning
a fragrant wind
of haunting beauty
ethereal chimes
echoing lustrous magic
yet anonymous in a leafless sky

The Eternal Now

Now, beyond belief

There is no I,

The shadow that I was falls away

To exist beyond mind

Immersed In boundless love

And the oceanic Awareness

Of the Eternal Now

Without want of the world

Separate from nothing

In the still peace of the One Light

And the ecstasy

Of the mind released from thought

The heart to suffer no more

In the peace of the luminous One Presence

The Light of Eternal Awareness

Choiceless Awareness

The lover has become one with the Beloved

With unconditional acceptance

Of That Which Is

Choice-less awareness seeing life is perfect.

Whatever happens

Is done by the Absolute

And cannot happen in any other way

Choice is as much an illusion as man.

There is no one to choose

Nothing more need be done.

The idea of choice implies an individual

Who is separate from life

Who thinks he creates his own life

But there is no doer

Everything arises spontaneously,

And freely of its own accord

And all thoughts are pointless, mental noise

There is only unconditional acceptance

The perfection which is the love and heaven of this eternal moment

For he who gives his life for the Absolute will find it

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The Only Possibility

There is always

but one possibility in every moment:

~ Perfection

for all is the Absolute

and no one exists

to make a choice

though it may seem otherwise,

everything is

and has been

exactly as it was meant to be,

as surely as a stream

flowing to the ocean,

where the barrier of stones

are but lessons,

bringing one ever closer

to the true Self,

where one finds

~ there never was any sin,

for no one exists

to create a sin

nor a need of forgiveness,

only the illusion of errors

so that life eventually

knows Itself again,

in some moment of silence

where the mind becomes still

of the world,

beyond the veil of mistaken identity,

that long forgetting,

to the supreme awakening ~

that one is: All That Is,

all things as they are

and were meant to be,

past the shadows of impermanence,

to forever know the peace of immortal bliss,

and that the secret of the universe

is within.

Ecstatic Stillness

The dried petals of the violets lie

Upon the floor

Now chiseled and curled

Laconically adorned

And I the priest

Who has come to worship

This conjunction come

In sacred silence

As my vision stares

And all turns soft and blurs away

In slow immediacy

I cannot help

But touch my thoughts

As the petals crack

And break so frail like some beauty slain

That stains the moist floor

Of my inner being

Like a chrysalis waiting that unknown gift

Rather ecstasy in the loss of self