AsIDream

I Am the Truth

Be Still,

And Know that the I within you Is God

But I is not a person

Know the Reality of your Being

And not the shadow

For greater is He that is in you

Than he who is in the world

All is God

And the same is true for you

You are God

That which was never born

And which will never cease to be

End and beginning is a dream

Of the false identity

The ego which thinks it is a man

Separate from all about it

Man’s thought of God

Is but a concept of the mind

Wake-up to the realization

That the I in you

Is the Truth

The very thing that both the Christ

And the Buddha knew

Open the door of your consciousness

And let the will of the divine I be done

That you may have life, immortal life free of all

The Empty Mind

Each moment of not wanting

Is a moment of freedom

The mind no longer preoccupied by any thought

or emotion

Absent are the distractions, fears,

and worries

Of mortal man

Who sees only what is in front of his face

Not yet knowing

It is the Absolute that does all

For only the Absolute Is

Desire can only come from a personal identity

That wants something from a world

that is not real

The One that ‘finds’ the world

Knows that the world is a desert

A void where appearance

comes and goes

Yet the empty mind is One with All That Is

Fully present and aware

without philosophies

For no one doctrine reveals the essence of existence

That goes beyond the understanding

of the worldly mind

Opus Magnum

The chant of the awakened heart

Speaks a tongue

Of certain Knowing:

The Great Work

Knowing Ultimate Reality

And its nectar

From the True Seat

Of Being;

Immortal Self-Awareness

That is the Opus Magnum

Of life

Awareness knowing peace

And perfection

Free from the yoke

Of illusion

Transcending

The world’s suffering

And death

That is but a curriculum

And a dream

The True Self transcending all;

Yet, loving all

With unconditional love

And simplicity

For impartiality casts no stones

All That Is –

Is your Self

The Awareness

Of the Absolute

And your Self

As the Absolute

Making all transparent

Giving the peace that surpasses

All the arguments

Of the world

For nothing is ever more

Or less divine

Than this moment

Nothing is ever more prefect

Than now

Nor is there ever more heaven

Or hell

As this moment

Letting go of the dreams

Of yesterday and tomorrow

For all that is clear

And sweet

The gratitude of the heart

For the wonder

Of our once forgotten Being

The Eternal Self

I Am the Light that is within all that exists

The Light that shines

Upon all creatures

Absolute authority over All That Is

The One and only Reality

Divine Being

That transcends all things

Knowing the dance from the dancer

And that life’s mystery is One

As joy opens within,

Unutterable joy

In the ecstasy that is found

When one identities with the Light

Finding paradise with the gift of immortality

For the Self is beauty

To suffer no more

As Awareness renunciates the world

Life and death but words

For there is no individual self that dies

Only the radiance of the eternal Self that reigns over all

Spirit, the I Am

Walking through endless fields of light

The Universe is my eternal body

Not just this world

But all the higher realms that are the many mansions

Of the Absolute

Where everything is possible in pure potential

And absolute purity is in all

Without fear or anticipation

Opening doorways to greater pathways

For no longer does one give power away to illusions

But focuses on the true universal Self

That is the Absolute in all that is
Where there is no time, no space,

Or any such thing as separation

For only eyes of flesh are blind to the illusion

And the many voices

Of the world must cease

To discern the One True Voice

To be reborn beyond the comprehension of the mind

And to know that this is the Temple

Of the Absolute

Not bound to the body or mind or weighed by matter

For when one has attained the Awareness of the Absolute

One cannot think other than the Absolute

And the love that transcends all surrendered beliefs

An Anonymous Gate

The ancient peace of nature

Whispers in the oak and sighs in the grasses

Writing on the wind

Intoxicated of white sun tides

Its breath beyond

The melancholy of time

Life in its simplicity and innocence

With a language of its own

Amidst fresh mornings

Of rainbow jewels

To evenings of starry infinity

In seamless, inescapable beauty

An anonymous gate

To know how tightly it is locked

Undisturbed in its solitude

That audible silence

Listened to inwardly

Away from the noise of the world

And its transient moods

Where the whole of the universe is like a single sense

That would cultivate reverence for all life

And where nothing need be done

To see things as they are in themselves

Beyond all that mortal perishing can create

As everything leads back to the wholeness of existence

Transcendent majesty where all of the universe is a subtle temple

And every leaf shines with the light of God

The True Seat of Being

Once you know

and dwell

in the true seat

of being

the imaginary problems

of the ego

are but a veil

that would obscure

your true nature

where you abide in eternal bliss

Creation

In the quietude

Nothing is ever coming out

Of something else

Nothing is predecessor

Of anything

Nothing has an identity

Of its own

Nothing has a self

Being belongs to nothing

And nothing is separate

From anything

There is only freedom from the known

And freedom from the thought

That there is creation

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Am is alone

there is no other

And because Am is alone,

Am cannot be said

to exist

for there is nothing other

that lends support

to an existence that is not Am

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Robes of Matter

The ancient winds

Of sky-clocks

Turn

Against the Awareness

Which does not change

Ecstatic omniscience beyond body

Or mind

Of a self not there

But eternally everywhere

Surrendering all

To be That of All

Immortality seeing thoughts as ghosts

For nothing has existence apart from the mind

The White Fire of the Stars

The smooth stones

Are soothing

Washed by so many waves

In so many star-tides

Of dreams

The wild rose brushed

By the sun

With reddened lips of beauty

The atom swirls

Of the trees and fields

The eternal now

Echoing of itself

In the grasses and the crystal-stars

That are the lilies

Of the star-fields in the cosmic heavens

Aflame in the heart of everything

The light within

That is the light of all

Consciousness that knows heaven now

With the ecstasy that is the white fire of the stars

Cyclops Particle

Awry as a particle

In the vision of a cyclops

Immediacy

So close to nirvana

If not for a single,

Cinder thought

Perhaps a shooting star

From a realm of the invisible

Or a moment

Of pre-destination

Crossing some great distance

To this temple of an eye

A speck now a stone, or punk-tipped glass

Not seeing the red-light

As a quick glance to the left

Now reveals an oncoming truck

Where the particle for a single eye will lose all meaning