I AM THE DREAMER OF
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh yes I...
this Organ of the Universe
tied by a million strings
live but in a dream
and am dreaming.
But Soul...
let me awaken...
and find my Goal.
Yes Soul...
let me seek Aloneness.
And let me take off
on this Mystic Flight.
Undisturbed...
by the Distractions of the Earth.
Where the Vulgar but speak
to the Vulgar.
Yes Soul...
let me take off
into the Flight of the Alone
to the Alone.
To find the Mystic Reality of Creation.
In which I am 'One' with All.
And 'All' in Oneness.
Yes Soul...
let me flee in Solitude.
To find the Dream...
I am the Dreamer of.
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04067-1979/80
WHAT DID HE MOAN?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before Man discovers
a Brilliant Star
The Light...
is already dimming.
And when they hear
his Sound and Sense
They listen but
in pure pretense.
And when the Star
and Sound have passed
They echo but
his Words at last.
And query...
faces full of doubt...
what was his death...
then all about?
Did he then live...
for Words alone?
What did he say...
what did he moan?
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04083-1979/80
AND YET IS ME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There...
where all Consciousness communicates
in the Universe of Silence
that is not silent.
There...
where the Future speaks to the Past
and the Present listens
that's where I am
in Reverence.
In Reverence...
for the Deepness of the Silence
that is not silent.
But speaks...
of the Greatness in which I dwell
and of the Smallness of me.
Revealing...
from the Immensity of All That Is
that I am
the Part that speaks
and listens.
And that I am the Consciousness
that both receives and gives
Reality
to the one I am.
Merged into the Being of All That Is
and yet is Me.
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05096-1980
MANY OF THEM SEE NEITHER
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Greatness or Smallness of a Poet
does not depend on the quantity
of his Readers.
The Greatness or Smallness
either is ...
or is not.
And the amount of Greatness or Smallness
of his recognition
depends upon
the Greatness or Smallness
of his Readers.
Few Readers can recognize...
Greatness.
While others have trouble recognizing...
Smallness.
Fewer yet...
have the ability to see
the difference between the two.
Many of them see neither.
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06120-1980
IN THE SILENCE OF ITS PRESENCE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THAT...
what I seek...
the Nature of my Reality...
the Knowledge of what I am
of 'All That Is'
and 'All That Is' is of me
is hidden deep within.
THAT...
what I am
is to be revealed
by the Inner Journey
into Myself... through Myself
and through the world as I know it.
For the Nature of my Reality...
the Part I am of God...
is the Soul...
that forms my Identity.
Interwoven...
with all Consciousness
of which I only know
the Part I am...
and is searching.
While yet...
the Total of all Consciousness
is within my Soul.
Waiting to be found...
by me...
the Part that is seeking.
Seeking for the Whole
that it contains...
in the Silence...
of Its Presence.
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06134-1980
TO BECOME A DANCER
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Real Rewards of Life...
Real Life...
are not...
the Fumbling Physical Attainments.
They are not...
the Splendor of the Physical Body.
And they are not...
the Magnificence of being Human.
But they are.....
the many Dances of Consciousness
by the Vivaciousness of Spirit
within the Mental Beingness
of the Unlimited Mind Divine.
And to reach the Level of Participation
in these Dances of Consciousness
we have to go through...
the Inner Man of Grandiosity...
Splendor and Magnificence.
By being a Perfect Creature
in the Form of a Human Being.
In all Lives...
that are needed...
to become a Dancer.
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07136-1980
HIS LOVING BENEFACTOR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I... yes... I
the Higher Self
I am the Force
and the Enactor.
I... yes... I
through Space and Time
send forth my Part
the Actor.
And in the Play
that I designed
the World
is his Distracter.
For in this World
his Babe of Thought
he builds
to form Character.
And through his Lives
he'll slowly learn
the Higher Self
his Loving Benefactor.
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07147-1980
IN SPIRIT UNAWARENESS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I think of Him...
I cry.
For although he is Beautiful...
his Mind is fast asleep.
Asleep...
in a self-hypnotic-state
of Unawareness.
Neither to be awakened by Living
nor to be awakened by Death.
For his Delusion is self-created
and solid.
Solid with the Illusions of his Shell
he calls his Body
the Temple of his Consciousness.
While his Consciousness
is really what he is.
Expressed in Dreams of Living
and the Illusions of his Deaths.
But like Light follows Darkness
he will awaken soon.
To liberate himself
from dreaming and from dying.
For my Brother Man
in Super-Consciousness
will scale the Depth of his Delusions.
Into which he fell...
and moves
in Spirit Unawareness.
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07155-1980
WITHIN THE SAMENESS OF US
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At one Time... in the Future far
I will understand.
For within me...
born out of the Desire to Know
is the Dynamic Force
called Purpose.
And the Understanding I seek...
will be Mine.
For the Life I am...
is Continuous.
In different Forms...
on different Levels
within Space-Time...
and without.
But always ME.
For the Space-Time... I live in now
is but Consciousness in Mode
but of an Essence...
the same as I.
While the Movements I am
within Space-Time and without
are but the Days and Nights
of the Eternity I am.
In alternate States of Consciousness
and Continuity.
And at one time...
in the Future far...
I will understand.
And look back...
upon the Modes of Consciousness
of Space-Time and I
and know
that we were ONE
within the Essence of Mind.
But lost each other...
in but a Moment of Separation...
within the Sameness of Us.
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08161-1980