An Ancient Kabbalistic Prayer

Universal God, One Light, One Life, One Power,
Thou All in All, beyond expression, beyond comprehension,
Oh, Nature! Thou something from No-thing,
Thou symbol of Wisdom,
In myself I am nothing,
In Thee I am I,
I live in Thee,
Live Thou in me,
And bring me out of the region of self,
Into the eternal Light.
                                                            From: The Kingdom of the Gods, p. 168

The Nectar of Unceasing Bliss

 

There is peace in heaven
to know where it is
not to be waited for
nor dreamed of
from afar
found in the very moment
of each breath
knowing that immortality
already is
paradise now spread
before the eyes
of Being
that is not of this world
nor bound to the thoughts
of mind
Being that is complete
free from becoming
having found
that no one imagines us
but we ourselves
bringing out of nothing
all that there is
finding itself in everything
for there is nothing
that it is not
yet without want of anything
now filled with the light
from within
which unveils the beauty
of life
shimmering of leaves
and the whispers
of the eternal grasses
as it drinks from the streams of silence
the nectar of unceasing bliss

No self

It is the thinker who puts all kinds
Of constructions on the world,
Seeing good and evil,
Just as it is the thinker
Who doubts everything 
With his human mind,
Not yet knowing
What he is: Self-Realization
Beyond the ego
Where there is no God
Outside of the Self,
Nor a personal identity within,
But That which drinks
The nectar of Immortality
Of All That Is,
Where nothing is separate
From it, for the Self
Alone exists, and there is
Nothing external, for if there were,
It would imply the existence
Of a seer within,
As beliefs disappear,
Free from any thought,
And the realization of no-self dawns,
Like a stone thrown into a river,
A moment’s disturbance
On the surface,
Leaving no trace of what was before,
For the stone and the river
Are no longer apart,
Just as they never,
Because the sleeping dream
Has awakened
From the corners of the false imagination,
Finding itself no longer 
A reply to existence,
Not even  existence itself,
For anything external to no Self
Implies the existence
Of a seer within;
The ego that would fear something
Outside itself, or that would want an object
Of desire which is not real.

  

Know Thy Self

He who does not know His True Self
As the Truth of All existence
Believes in other things
And sees the whole of life
As less than perfect
Something outside of himself
Distant and apart
Filled with shadows of fear
For he himself is a shadow
Of misunderstanding and its false-judgement
Never seeing the Kingdom of His Being
Already spread before Him
Nor Himself in everyone and everything that He Is
In the eternal Truth of His true Identity

Beauty beyond Judgement

There is no greater peace
Than knowing the universe
Is without imperfection
Knowing that everything is
As it is meant to be
That even the most tragic
Has its greater purpose
For no one ever dies
Because there is no one here
The ego but an illusion
That hides the true Self
And what greater beauty
Than the transcendence of duality
Revealing a beauty far beyond judgement

The Slow Cadence of Falling Leaves

In the eternal echoes of silence
Beyond the shadows that chase the sun
The slow cadence of falling leaves
Are dreamed from infinity
Born of the spirit that longs for Itself
The Real Presence
That has never left us
And that has been with us all along
Unseen like the dreamer
That never was
As the morning sun streams
Through the branches
Like ethereal butterflies of liquid light
Lingering on the shores of eternity
Waiting for us to slip into absolute consciousness

A Quiet Mind

 

Resplendent in the morning
Light of Being
Beautiful rainbow droplets of dew
Are awareness Itself
The Absolute recognizing 
The Absolute
That whispers these words
And the Absolute that reads them
There is no one
But the Absolute
Nothing exists but this awareness
This that is the only reality
Awareness without judgement, without expectations,
And without doubt.
A quiet mind unoccupied by thought,
Empty and free
Of limiting concepts and feelings;
Choice-less awareness Knowing that the Absolute can do nothing wrong.
In the bliss of perfection that is forever now

Eternal Beauty

 

Not the beauty that is a half-dream
And that lies afar
But that which is the best
Of all that is known
Which does not fade like a flower
Nor a setting star
But is all that is
And enough in  itself
Between star-dust and sea-foam
As one becomes the other
The purest nectar of the spirit
The eye of immortal truth
Unblemished by judgement
That rests in the stillness of fulfilled Being
Awareness that sees the perfection of the universe
Knowing its fragrance in quiet ecstasy