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The Question

One consciousness

A soul anchored

In tissue, blood.

Housing Heaven

Thoughts ray out

To star

Seeking meaning

Beyond mortal eye -

Outside is death

Body is shell

Cast off as reptilian memory

Gone to Spirit land

Beyond infinite galaxies

Herein morphological organization

Fingers find

Eyes scan tree tops

Planets pass in the night sky

River flows to me at the bend

On the edge of knowing.

What am I?

My I, body attached

Sensations captured by nerves -

Energy travels from distant light year

Through me,

Body transister, tool of knowing

Concrete experience.

But no more.

Infinite variations

On a theme

Commonly threaded denomiator

Patterns form a ray of light -

But meaning?

The impetus of thought

The interval between impulse

The return

Infinite creation and knowing

Alone - always alone

The soul seeks meaning

Through world object

Senses sight and sound

Sweet and bitter the taste

Yet still I persist -

Why? Who? Where? What?

My soul travels

Beyond knowing

Past dreams galactic

And is gone

As the flight of a bird

Breathing as the world breathes

Thinking the thoughts of worlds.

In cosmic event

What matters the anchor

To body, blood, heart, tissue -

What matters knowing in

The face of the Divine?

What cares the madman's plan

Traffic lights

Guns,

The tears on a newborn baby's cheeks -

What matters feeling

Opinions, friends -

When Heaven calls - it is irresistible

Of distant times

Memories waken

Paradise unleashed beckons

For the wakeful seeker

The veil drops

Beyond time and space

Suspended in the astral morass -

I pass this way to find what I deeply

Long for: home -

Home is heaven

Heaven is The One -

One breath, one thought

One word -

Ever fresh, no beginning / no end.

I weep - I sigh -

Love of The One

Blossoms and grows

my knowing, willing heart

in the pasture of cosmic delights.

Sybaritic splendor

Holds sway -

And beyond -

Those who also know are there -

The rest are asleep in

Fields of dreams -

The body politic is the only reality -

A web of illusions, lies, fantasy -

No naked face intrudes

To heavenly banquet

Just stress and storm and mortgages -

I walk through walls

Fly to the mountain peaks

Drink light

Laugh at the pink and golden dawn

Fresh ever new

The One -

Who am I?

A drop in the Sea of All

Blood-etherized angelic knowing

Reflector of the serpentine path -

Path of light, path of love

Path of oblivion of life's accident -

Beyond - Where?

The point where light, air and water meet -

The place where unborn babies sleep

 

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