I Really Love

I really love.
I know because I live.

I really feel.
I know because I wince.

I really see.
I know because there
Are things to be seen,
An I know they are there.

I really am.
I know because I can
Know.

I am real.
I know because I feel.

I am here.
I know because
Here is where
I see and feel.

I am able.
I know because I believe
In what I know
I believe.

I really am.
I know because I
Relly know I
Really love
What I really know
I really believe
I know.

I really live.
I know because I love.

Funeral

Weight
So heavy
Wait
So long
Cry
So heavy
Cry
So long
For this
Weight
So heavy
Removed
By a song
A weight
so heavy
For the one
Who’s gone.

Gone
So far
Present
So near
Gone
To God
Gone
To fear
For this
God
So heavy
Has removed
The song
Wait
So heavy
The Wait
‘Till we’re gone.

Alone

In the company of the city
I am alone.
In the company of the universe
I am alone.
In the company of my thought
I am alone.
In the company of my dreams
I am alone.
In the company of my Self
I am with every
Other
Living being
In the universe.

To See

A blind scientist
Puts sight before belief:
To see is to believe.

A real person
Puts belief before the sight;
For without belief
The sight cannot be.

I Met Two

Perchance, while alone one darkening eve,
Happenstance would introduce me to one I’d heard
Brought terror and fear, and made people grieve,
When face to face and eye to eye,
With him they came (for it meant a good¬bye).
But his name was to me, just a word.

Just a word and a word no more, his name,
Death it was that I met that night,
A death that was feared just the same.
None had known and none really knew
The side of death that was really true,
The side for which death was contrite.

I analyzed death as there he stood
And was perplexed but satisfied when at last I found
Death to be nothing more than what would
Be seen as a schizoid manifestation of life
An illogical cause of so much strife
Whenever death was around

Center

If the universe were but a sphere,
And I on its surface,
I am at the center of this plane of the universe.

Every other living being
And every other material object
On this plane of existence,
On this plane of the universe,
Is also at the center of this plane
Of the universe.

If every object is at the center
Every object is the center.

Every thing and being in the universe
Is the universe.

The universe is

Every
Thing.

An Island

I have visited islands where,
In solemn praise of inward gods,
A mask was lifted from my Self
Revealing islands of hopes and fears;
Islands where no mortals trod
Nor humans as humans dared.

An island god is an inward god,
Like a god of the sea and a god of the sky,
It removes human masks from non-human Selves:
Masks that separate; masks that obey;
Masks that denied the godless lie
That humans as humans shared.

Thrusting through the godly waters
The island reached into blue-white skies.
Reached eternally in every moment
Carrying my reaching for heaven’s high
Reaching and removing my mortal disguise,
Taking us back – heaven’s sons and daughters.

Sheer black cliffs torment the mind.
Incessant in beauty, this tow’ring black wall
Shelters nests and birds and other things,
And shelters my body from a cold north wind.
These cliffs encompass and echo my call,
Reaching more recesses than alone I could find.

God of heaven, here on earth,
Not finding or Knowing the Self I am,
But hiding the Self and thus pretending
By taking masks and wearing them.
Mistaken for granted, but not Knowing I am
A grandfather of the Universe.

Son of heaven, here on earth,
Wearing the mask that disguised the Self,
Finding the mask before the Island
Finding the island before the Self
Finding, Knowing, and accepting my Self
As a grandchild of the Universe.

I and I

I am we
And I am I,
So I and I are
Every I.

I am you
And I am I,
So You and You are
Every I.

I am them
And I am I,
So they and they are
Every I.

I am all
And I am I,
So I and I are
Every I.

The End

The end is as the beginning
For only an end can precede a beginning.
Only an end can follow a beginning.

Without a beginning there is no end;
To be without beginning is to be without end.

Being connotes but does not require
Beginning or end.

Being extends beyond limits of time,
For time is beyond the limits of
Beginning or end.

Beginning and end
Cannot confine time,
Cannot confine being.

Beginning and end
Cannot exclude non-being,
For that which is not,
Has not. That which is not
Will not.

That which is not and lacks being
Is not between end and
Beginning.

That which is and has being
Is not between beginning
And end.

As a being, I have no beginning.

I am no beginning.

I am not the end.

Expression

How can I truly express my sentiments?
How can I, whom you may never have
(Nor ever have the chance to) meet, be known to you?

How can I, through words, express that which is not of words?
How can I express myself?

I am not of words.