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                       THE UNIVERSE AND THE DEWDROP
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          From the very Source of Existence
                                        I have come.

          From the very Beginning of Time
                                        I was.

                    And from the very Light of God
                                                  I am.

              And when the Greatness I am...
                                      - knows -
                             the very Source of Existence...
                              the very Beginning of Time...
                               by the very Light of God...

                                        I will live in Splendor.

          And until then...
               the Silent Search...
                    and the Divine Discovery...
                                    of the 'ME' I am...
                                  will keep me in Ecstasy.

                To finally lead me...
                               to "All That Is"...
                                    the Source and the Becoming.

                      Then I will have found...
                                 the ONE I am... and always was.

                                       The Universe...
                                                and the Dewdrop.

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                                10223-1981







                        FOR BEING MAN IN DARKNESS
                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          To give to Man
                     a Tear of Brilliance
                                      of the Source I am.

                And to give to Man
                         a Glimpse of Godness
                                         of the Gods they are.

                         Where do I turn for help?

                       Where do I look for Guidance?

          And how do I find the Way...
                                to show them
                          the very Selves they are...
                                    within the Brilliance
                                             of their Godness?

          I can but write and write
                         in Words and Words
                                      invisible
                                  to the Eye of Man.

                                               My Brother...
                                               My Brother God.

               For Man IS God.

                     But blind...
                                for being Man in Darkness.

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                                13286-1981







                               A GOD ASLEEP
                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~

           With the Wisdom of Ages
                     hidden behind Smiling Eyes...
                                              SHE IS.

                     Ignorant of her true Worthiness.
                                Knowing not her Value in Being.

           Sunshine reflecting from her Face...
                                          tells me...
                    that she is Beautiful...
                           in Inner Beingness and Soul.

                                               I stop and talk.

           Yes... I have known her before.

                           Some many million Moons ago...
                                           when we were Lovers.

                   Knowing Love of Bodies...
                                      Love of Minds
                             and the Love of Souls in Deepness.

           However...
                now... in being but Wise in Girlhood...
                                                I surprise her.

                 In touching her Inner Self...
                                     by Words of Godness
                     unknown to her Conscious Mind.

                 She knows them by Heart...
                         but by Mind... she rejects them.

           Slowly though...
               she will remember...
                    in the Weeks and Years to come...
                                    the Very Self she is.

                                                  A God Asleep.

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                                13292-1981







                          I HAVE TO FINISH HERE
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            I am in this World...
                             so strangely.

                        For I am...
                             and am not...
                                     really on it.

                                        And certainly not of it.

            And yet there...
                    where I really belong...
                              I don't find myself.

                                        For I am here
                                             upon a World
                                               that is not mine.

            Where is it then...
                         that I belong?

                  So often I feel
                             this World but to be
                                      a Place where I go...
                                                      and dream.

                  Dream that I am dreaming
                             of Worlds and Universes
                                                where I am from.

                  And dream...
                       that it is there...
                                   I really belong.

                          And am in full Awareness...
                                                of Dreams...
                                          I have to finish here.

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                                13293-1981







                               THE POET IS
                               ~~~~~~~~~~~

           A Poet is a Person...
                     who is Multi-People.

                     For all his Poems...
                             are different Aspects...
                                        of Separate Beings.

                     And no Poet will ever know...
                                all the People the Poet is.

                For some live in Heaven
                         some live on Earth
                                     And some live in Hell.

           A Poet...
                is neither Male... nor Female.

                          But a Soul...
                               in Communion with God.

                Listening to the Feelings of Godness...
                                      to be expressed in Words.

                       Words of Hell...
                             Words of Earth...
                                   And words of Heaven.

           But in Heaven...
                     a Poet is so very seldom.

                For a Poet is but a Human Being...
                               living in too many Places...
                     and most of the time...
                               too full of Words...
                     that have lost the Feelings of Godness.

                           And therefore...
                                 never reach the Paper...
                                                   the Poet is.

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                                14302-1981







                            THEY ARE LOST GODS
                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Man is a Learning God.
                    And Gods do not Sin.

                             But Man being Man...
                                     sometimes misses the Mark.

                 Man is a God in Learning.
                            And learning means...
                                   making mistakes unknowingly.

           Planet Earth is the School for Man.

               And Man returns and returns until he knows...
                     that he is a God in Learning.

                        The process is called... Reincarnation.

           Most People learn very little each Lifetime.

                 But sooner or later... they will learn it all.

                     It is called... Becoming Aware.
                                           Or Waking up.

           Man is his own Creator...
                by means of the Soul he is...
                             and the Processes of Thought...
                                                 he entertains.

                 Man is the Creator of his own Body.
                             All Gods in Learning are Creators.

           Man lives in his own Creation...
                          IN ORDER TO EXPERIENCE IT.

                   IN ORDER TO EXPERIENCE HIS OWN CREATION.

           The Attitude towards his experiences...
                          is what forms his Character...
                                 and the Nature of his Godness.

           Most Gods in Learning...
                       are lost in their own Creation.

                                            They are lost Gods.

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                                15337-1981







                                UNLIMITED
                                ~~~~~~~~~

            By understanding my Smallness
                              I feel my Greatness.

                    And the Greatness I feel
                                        makes me Humble.

            Yet in my Humbleness
                              I know
                                    that I am...
                                         'All There Is'.

                     For I am "ALL"... by KNOWING ME.

            This Knowing is born Within...
                                by understanding my Smallness.

                   To know my Greatness...
                                     however...
                              will take an Infinity...
                                                of Humbleness.

                But Time...
                     is on my Side.

                            And that is my Potential...
                                                    Unlimited.

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                                16349-1981







                           AND FREE... AND FREE
                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            How many Stars?
                   How many Loves?
                             How many Lives?
                      How many Dreams I'm dreaming?

                   Endless and Endless
                        in Time yet to come.
                                 Endless and Endless
                                        in Time that past.

           And the Number of Planets
                  upon which I will yet live...
                           are the Number of Stars...
                                            I will yet be.

                  For I am Life...
                         Yes... I am Life forever.

           And the Galaxies I do not know
                          are the Gardens of my Existence.

                     To find the Life
                                 that I know not.

                     To be the Mind
                                 that is the Lot.

               For within the Being...
                           that is the Me...
                                I'm 'All That Is'...
                                           without Degree.

            For I am Mind... yes I am Me.

                       A God in kind... and Free and Free.

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                                16352-1981







                              AND YOU ARE IT
                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           The Future is...
                       Moments of Nowness
                                 laced into the Memory of being.

                 While Life in each Moment
                        is the Result of Attitudes
                                       based upon the Past.

           To live Life to the fullest
                                in all Moments
                      is to know the above
                                without remembering.

                                              Which is 'being'.

           And Wisdom is the Sum
                          of all 'being '
                                without Thought.

                                To know Nothing
                                          is to be ALL.

                        To be ALL...
                              is Life itself.

                                      And You Are It.

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                                 16355-1981



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