CALLED POEMS
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This Man
This Poet
This Center of the Universe
is but like Dust
compared to Stars.
But yet...
the Stars in all their Brilliance
do not know
that He Is.
And compares himself
to them in Greatness...
and in Difference.
They are but Matter.
But He is Mind.
And forever.
Stars always will be Matter...
in whatever Form.
But the Poet...
always will be...
Pure Mind.
Alive in Forms of Stardust
to star in Forms Alive.
In Letters of but Dust...
called POEMS.
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16362-1981
COMMON GODNESS
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Words...
and the intellectual juggling of them
very seldom produces Wisdom.
The juggling of Intellectuals
however
excludes it.
For Intellectualism...
and the Mediums used
only produce
profound Thinking.
Thinking however
is but a Product of the Conscious Mind.
And the Conscious Mind
is the Product of a linguistic arrangement
of Words and combinations of them.
Words then...
will never solve anything.
And neither will Intellectualism.
Wisdom... on the other hand
will solve all.
For Wisdom...
is the Meaning of Experience behind Words...
practiced.
It's called...
Action through Knowing...
or Common Godness.
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16364-1981
FOR WHAT I AM
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I am the Earth.
And bear the Life that forms your Body.
I am your Host.
And I am a Living Entity like You.
But You as my Guests...
are sickening ME.
For You have stolen and sold ME.
You have befouled and polluted ME.
You have scorched and burnt ME.
You have layed ME bare...
and raped ME.
You are suffocating ME...
with your Stench of Money.
And You are killing ME...
with the Fruits of Hate.
You have ripped ME open and bombarded ME...
and all for what?
Yet I steadily turn...
keep my Face to the Light and do not worry.
For I will be.
While You will suffer the Pain You are.
For I know how to rid myself...
of Bugs that bother ME.
For in the days to come...
I will rumble and shake...
I will rattle and spit.
And finally...
I will twist my Poles to wash You away...
while I take a bath.
To prepare myself anew and again...
to give Sustenance...
to the New Flowers
that know and respect ME...
as One of them... and for What I Am.
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16368-1981
TO THE FEELINGS OF THE HEART
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To lose a Friend... is partly dying
While losing a Hand... is living more.
And if I ever had the Choice
of choosing
I would rather lose my Head
than lose a Friend.
For within each Person
that once was part of me
I see a Life of Living
drifting away
as if it was my own.
For in all I touch
I touch but myself.
And when I do lose a Friend
I do not know
who is the One lost.
And yet...
the Friendship
was but a Feeling of Goodness
hidden beyond
some Words and Chuckles.
Yet never Words nor Chuckles
could truly hide
the Feelings that were there.
For Words and Chuckles
are but the Products of Mind.
And nothing...
compared
to the Feelings of the Heart.
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16369-1981
ME
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The SELF I am...
becomes more and more aware
of the SELF I am not yet.
The SELF I am not yet...
is the Unconscious ME.
And to become Conscious
of my Unconsciousness
is my Life.
My Unconsciousness however
is as much ME
as that what I am.
For if IT was not
- and therefore outside of ME -
I could never become aware of it.
The SELF I am then...
and the NOT-SELF I am
is ME in Total.
Eventually...
the SELF I am
will completely join and commune
with the NOT-SELF I am.
Then...
I will be...
The Nameless All.
ME.
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17372-1981
A MIRACLE
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LIFE...
and ALL it is...
is a MIRACLE.
And so is everything else.
It urges me...
to look for the Magician...
of all these Miracles.
My attempts to look for the Magician though
- hamper me -
in finding that what I must.
For that...
what I am looking for...
is doing the Looking.
Sooner or later however...
I will find that I am IT.
First of all...
nobody should be home
in the House I live
and look from.
For as long as I am there
I cannot find myself
for looking.
And neither closed...
nor open Eyes
help or hamper
to find that what I must.
And in the mean time...
all I can do... is but be... A MIRACLE.
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17377-1981
FOREVER CHANGING
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God is... beyond...
All That Is.
Even beyond Humbleness.
To never Speak a Word.
Yet... God is all the Blasted Noise...
in the Universe.
Screaming.
For God is... All That Is.
Including... Screaming.
As a matter of fact...
God ALONE is.
For All That Is... is God.
God is EVERYTHING.
For Everything is an Expression of God.
And all things... that are Physical
are but the Shadows of God's being.
Visible to Living Darkness.
While the Light Itself
forever stays beyond the things that are.
Including Man.
Yet... this very Man
is the very God that is.
Looking at Itself.
For this very God never shows Itself...
as Itself.
But always as some Other.
Knowing not...
that IT is IT.
The very God that is... Forever Changing.
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17386-1981
THEY ARE
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I am not a Man...
pretending to be God.
But I am God...
pretending to be a Man.
And the more and more
I get to know
the more and more
I know this to be so.
For into this World
this Plane of Separation
into which I entered at Birth
I am 'The Action'
I am as God.
And not the Actor...
trying to get to know...
'The Action'.
But for a long time... I tried.
Now I know however
that my Pretentiousness
of being but a Man
shines forth
from 'The Action' I am.
For the Games in Eternity I play
are the Forms of my Nature
with Infinite Eyes
looking at each other.
Trying to find...
'The Action'...
THEY ARE.
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17389-1981
REAL LIFE
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Life is a Game.
And it is played by Gods.
But few People know that.
Most People think that the Universe is split in two...
and that the two Teams are playing for and with Man.
The Teams are supposed to be...
Gods and Devils.
Many People have admitted to themselves
that they are the 'part' or 'item'
the Teams play for or with.
They consider themselves to be the 'ball'.
Yet they struggle to win the Game.
Naturally they are the Losers.
For they are being stepped on continuously
by their own Mind.
They call it SIN.
In actuality...
things are quite different.
Life however is still the Game...
and Gods still do the Playing.
The Gods that play... are Man themselves.
For 'We as God' but pretend to be Man.
Some Gods are very good Pretenders...
and have forgotten completely what they really are.
Their Forgetfulness...
makes Life a Real Game.
Very... very few People know that they are God.
It's supposed to be that way.
It makes Life the Game... it is.
REAL LIFE.
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17392-1981