The Lamp Keeps Vigil

 
Like fireflies in the hollows of the fields
One imagines the intimate
Journeys of dreams
So deeply beautiful in their quiet universe
Moving like slow comets
In the falling dusk of evening
Appearing from nowhere
In their quests
Where but moments before
There were only hidden places
Within the skeletons of ivy
And cathedrals beneath the grasses
That now release
The imprisoned stars
As well as their soft, blinking gaze
That the world may imagine
Forever again in its extreme solitude
The poetics of space
That appear outward
In that immensely deep sky 
That is yet, profoundly within the eye
Where there is no imperfection
And all is created
On the same plan
Though made by the heart alone
As all spaces of intimacy breathe their truth
Embracing and embraced
In the light that the lamp keeps vigil
Until the images become too clear and transparent
And the absence is filled with ourselves
 
 
 

 

The Wile of a Butterfly

 
Half a sun through a broken piece of glass
Reflects like anonymous dreams
Shadows in mirrors
As newspaper days scatter
In the streets
Blown by the wind
Leaving cultural necrophilia
In its wake
That believed in its own
Molecular debris
As scrupulous exactness fades
In its eye of liberty
To the ceaseless poverty of time and its ordinary meanings
The observer who creates the observation
Pitying leaves in their fall
Not seeing the eye
That nothing can pass through
As though the wile of a butterfly was somewhere outside
In that seed of silence not yet awake
 

Untitled

 
Your real presence
Is the absence of the phenomena
That you see
For your existence
Is prior
To any manifestation
And any experience you have
Is not real
For you are not
The shadow
Of the dreamed universe
But the true reality
That has existed
Even before the senses
Yet, every object that appears ~
Is you
The shining void
That knows itself
As the pure, radiant emptiness
Within all that is
The stainless translucency
In the arch
Of the rainbow,
The starry floor of the cosmos,
The seed of silence in its awakening,
And the light of awareness
That bathes in its eternal dawn
 

Eternal Life

 
The winds whisper through the trees
Winding in and out
Of green, fragrant boughs
As rifts of sunlight break through the leaves
Upon  fields of color
Againt bluest skies
Where processions of flowers
And butterflies drift
In transient glory
Without beginning or end
And a heart that listens,
Receives its own gift
In the shadow of absence
That calls to itself
Until life is ecstatic and lucid at once
Discovering the deepest reach
Of its being
Where every river and tree is a mirror
For within each atom
Is the light of the Self
In exuberant union with all that there is
Immortality unveiling beauty beyond illusion
And death no more
Than a consequence of time
For even it is the dance of the infinite
That silent, calm, shimmering Presence One Is 
Now aware of Itself as eternal life
 
 
 

Silence

 

 In the ceaseless poverty
Of time
Thoughts are lost to ordinary meanings
Until scrupulous exactness wanes
And words
Are no longer needed
For what do words mean
But utter justice to their pen
As the mind becomes still in the fullness of being
That is silence itself
 
 
 

The God Within

 
Seeing that all things contain all things
A thousand eyes 
Are One
And Light everywhere
Meets with Light
For everything is great in infinite splendor
Even that which is small
In the prosaic beauty
Of silence
That is within all
For the One who stands at the beginning
Knows the end
And no longer tastes death
Yet whispers: the dead are not alive, and the living will not die
 
 

 

Immortal

 

In eternity there is only one spirit
All in a single voice
Appearing as many
Like the stars of the firmament
Until the One Being That Is
Sees Itself
Arising  from that death
Of all that is temporal
Revealing the Immortal
Presence That Is
Within and without
As all of infinity
Where no imperfection exists
In the single eye
The false identity before
But a slumbering dream
For only Light can know Light
Just as one must become the Truth
To know the truth ~
That Which One Is
And though the illusion of duality still appears
The Immortal no longer seeks itself
 
 

The Way

 
He who has come to know the universe
And the absolute as himself
Knows he is the Light
That knows itself in everyone
Which takes away the sin of the world
And the dream of human existence
That never was
With its sickness and death
For he has realized himself as the Way Itself
And he has pierced the mystery of the Kingdom
Where the creator and the creation are both one and the same
Saying: ” I and My Self are One
I Am the Perfect Self ; I Am in the Kingdom
I Am Pure Consciousness”;  I Am the Infinite ;  I Am That I Am “

Life as Life Itself

 
Let there be
Comprehension beyond beliefs
Bowing down to nothing
Where reality
Is the Self Itself
Without judgement
Without salvation
Without sin
And without finite existence
Only infinite being
Free from illusion
And physical existence
The I Am That I Am
The Self that reveals Itself to Itself
Eternal self-revelation
Of pure consciousness
The One awareness where duality and imperfection do not exist
The One True Self of us all
The Real Self that is ever-present and immortal
Life as Life Itself
 
 

 

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