There are several things
In the severalty of life
Which may seem as independent
And differentiated objects
But are no more than really
Inseparable but different
Facets of one portion
Of this reality
Which as humans we have
Come to accept as the
Totality of Reality.

And there are all events
In all facets of this life
Which, though seeming dependant,
And undifferentiated,
But are no more than
Separable but the same
Facets of different realities
Of this portion of existence
Which as humans we have
Come to accept as the
Reality of Totality.

Slanted rays
piercing;
That small round effigy of a sun
appears,
reappears;
moves with the sun,
tracing a
path across a
darkened room,
tracing time against
a backdrop of
a darkened room;
tracing the
life
of all that can
be across a darkened room.

The life of all that can be:
little more than small
white point of Light,
traversing a darkened
universe;
traversing and tracing
time,
as though
time were nought
but the function
of the life that
traces it.

Shafted white,
illuminating
dust,
illuminating all
in it’s path,
crossing all
things in it’s path,
recording all
in it’s path,
which already
and always are
part of its path.
That shaft of white,
the light piercing
darkness of
an empty room,

The Light piercing
darkness of an
empty life
are both to be
found, and realized
and experienced for
both are there
to be found and
experienced for
both are there.

This Light;
this dark;
how can there be dark
without Light,
or light without dark?
To take away Light is
to take away dark also,
for both the Light and the dark
have been made necessary:
light cannot be Light without the
darkness that makes Light light.

In a perfect void there
is and can be
no Light or dark;
Light in perfection cannot be
as light would seem.
Then and then

only, in that void is there
Perfection.
Perfection transcends the darkness
of knowledge and the Light
of wisdom;
transcends the darkness of
ignorance and the
light of knowledge;
the darkness of desire
and Light of will;
Transcends the darkness
of Light and the
Light of desire.
Perfection transcends
the perfect,
as only perfection
may be found
without
Light or darkness.

Through empty room
that piercing shaft of
light moves;
but an empty room is not
a void,
cannot approach perfection,
as empty life is
not devoid of perfection
but is not perfection
and cannot be perfect.

The empty room of this life,
meager in its illumination,
allows only that looked
for to be seen,
and only that seen
to be known.
only that known
experienced.

We must see the Light
by which the room
may be illuminated;
The Light traversing the
rooms of the universe;
The Light that can light
the way:
The Light that is the
way to
transcend
the Light, the dark,
the person,
and all darkened rooms.

Oh Sickened man
distraught with your own pains,
look about you:

What more can there be than
what there is you see
about you?

Sickening man,
look with eyes
feel with hands
hear with ears
and know with brain
for never will the senses
teach the knowledge
that is beyond the senses.

Never can the knowledge
of all
be found or learnt by
illusory sense impressions
for no impression is left
by the absolute
in its absoluteness.

No impression can be
received
and no brain can have
knowledge,
and no hands can feel,
and no ears can
hear the
infinite,
and yet hands feel the absolute
all the time,
ears hear infinity all the
time, and eyes
may always see infinity,
for each sense
is both a unit of and a
whole of the infinity that
as a sense
it cannot comprehend.
At all times we are bombarded
and surrounded by and
immersed in that
which our senses cannot
sense,
but which our minds
may be aware of.

That which our universes,
external,
internal,
supernal,
are always part – of
each permeating the other,
each containing the
universes which contain it:
each being the other.

On such dimensions as body
may feel this cannot be,
but such as bodily awareness
induces, hinders
all to whom this attachment
becomes all.

There must be an acceptance of the one
Perfection that is in all men and all things
Before perfection can be achieved.

In chasing our own perfection there can
Never be perfection found.

We must accept our own perfection,
And pass on knowledge of our own perfection
To all imperfect beings
So caught up in finding perfection,
Finding salvation,
Finding and improving their lives,
Which as lives must only be and remain imperfect.

Every problem solved creates new problems,
But every problem released and replaced
By the intrinsic perfection of the universe
Is gone and gone and gone.

Every thought created requires thought to
Balance it, but in accepting and replacing
Thought with true knowledge of perfection
No thoughts are created and no more thought
Is required.