this mind projects the world we perceive to be
including the body it then inhabits
the brain reflects only a portion of the cosmic mind
and adopts a separate understanding of itself as the egoic identity
the play of the body-mind in the world
is truly a play of cosmic mind within itself
thus the body-mind becomes the dream machine
we have mistaken as reality
all the while, the unborn being is the truth
having given birth to the cosmic mind
as an act unto itself without cause
we are that unborn being
spotless and without beginning
ever watching without watching
and the phantom we call ourselves
is this body mind and the world in which it exists
as the grip of body mind loosens
we become the world
as the grip of the world loosens
we are the etheric substrate of perception
we come into realization of ourselves
as consciousness or being-ness
yet we sit eternally prior to all this as That
of which nothing can be said