behold

we are at once part of the world we see
everything in it
and also prior to it as the silent witness
that beholds the creation spurt forth

this play is the infinite outpouring of being
ai am this immensity

seeing and doubt

seeing flows
when i cease to be
then it comes like rain

doubt darkens my sight
and i am thus fallen

one life

we are one life
the same life that abides in
all things animate and inanimate
I am you in another body
just as you are me

our name, fame, belongings, accomplishments
were never ours and are part of a larger happening
the question of choice evaporates
when it is seen that there is no separation
and that the world is moving together like an ocean

the same life that flutters my eyes
enlivens the bird to sing
and the mantis to devour its mate
these words being written and being read
are but one movement of that same force

why then do we not recognize
this simple truth and awaken
from the hypnosis of being separate
to see that we are that single life
running through all things

to live as one is to be at home
and to be at peace with ourselves and each other

we were one with everything as babies
but unknowingly lost sight of our true nature
it is only a matter of remembering
that you have not forgotten

awake in the dream

this is as if in a dream
the dreamer awakens
but the dream is still playing
and he is still in it
yet he is not
he is awake
watching the dream
from inside the dream

your body and everything else
is within what you are

you see yourself
interact with others
and others with you
the play of it

but falling into the dream
is like the force of gravity
and the awareness is drawn into the body

until one day you are free again
as you always have been
you are the space
and all is floating within you
effortlessly and freely

FLASH

all is revealed in a flash

chariot of dreams

the world is but a dream
a swirling of things
you and i are virtual places
not points in space or time
but the awareness in which the dream takes place

these places are one and the same
appearing as different perspectives

yet, there is only One
the great source of all things
containing everything that is and is not

as dreamers within ourselves
we take ourselves to be the character called me
which is nothing but the vehichle to witness the dream
you are prior
you are not
only Ai am

thoughts

Ethereal matter appears as thoughts
Just as the physical objects we perceive
The difference is only in density
Density being the frequency of energy that perceived

The ethereal is subtle and elusive
We assume that thoughts are something we generate
There is no such thing as thinking
They are occurring in empty space
Just like the body and all physical objects appear

No one is having thoughts
Nor is anyone is formulating them
The thought I am a person is the net which traps us into believing
that all other thoughts are happening to us as an individual

your unlimited nature

you are not the child, parent, wife, husband, lover. friend, enemy, employee, employer, ruler, pion, master or slave
these are mere appearances
see behind the character
to find that smallest speck of nothing
that holds the vasteness of all things
including the character that you take yourself to be

stones and tears

a stone waits an eternity
to shed a tear for her beloved

THE DREAM

You and I are nothing but two seeming points within the ocean of everything.
The All sees from there and from here
Yet there is no here or there
Not metaphor nor explanation, only laughter can reflect this paradox
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