Differences

There is a differentiation
Between objects,
A differentiation between
Things,
A differentiation between all
That man has come to take and
Bear and hold and believe in.
A differentiation which for
Purposes practical,
Has practicality.

For understanding, practicality
Has no bearing.

The sooner we understand that
There is no differentiation in
Objects,
There is no differentiation in things,
There can be no differentiation in all
Of the things that as living beings
We have come to accept and hold and
Make true,
Then no differentiation will there
Be between men
And the universe of which they are both
A part and a whole,
Nor between men and other men
Of which they are parts and which
They are wholes.

Compelled

Why so compelled to continue in this life?
What mundane attachments have been made
To impermanence and imperfection?

What drives one on to live this life?
What drives one on to take this life?

The same force drives one on to live
As drives one on to die:
The force of the thought.

Thought creates the attachments,
Thought creates the mundane and creates the
Need for more thought.

Thought creates more of what is needed
To hold one back from one’s true Life.

The more I think,
The more compelled I am to think.

When thinking in images of this earthly
Existance this existance must take hold
Must reign all thought.

When thinking I am compelled to live
This life or to take this life,
But never can this thinking free me from
This life.

Cause of Death

It was not disease from which I died,
So do not put that as a cause;
Nor was it an act of God
That took away this life of mine.

It could never have been an accident,
An injury or a suicide,
And it was not cold-blooded murder,
Nor starvation or old age.

My death was not a statistic,
But merely another death.

My cause of death was only one thing,
And that one thing only I would have you know:
My cause of death will be your cause of death
And the cause of all causes of all death.

My cause of death is life.
So do not put anything down.

My time came and brought my end
In this place so now I may be free.
Only one way exists to beat the
Insatiability of this existence:
Simply to be satisfied and accept all.

Why be dissatisfied with a life
When we know it’s insatiability?
There must always be this dissatisfaction
In this life
For this life is not complete in and of itself.

My cause of death is life I know,
As your cause will be too.
Please don’t prolong this life artificially,
With machines that take my freedom,
For my time is over when it’s over,
And has begun again when it is over.

Then burn that body I inhabited,
Don’t let it rot in the ground,
So that I may be freed from these
Earth’s ties more quickly this time around.

How Tired

A life as this life
Where it would seem
All must be done to reverse
The lack of order of the universe,
Where menial organization
And petty desires must be appeased,
Where flagrant actuality requires
The things in which we believe;
This life takes and
Requires and expends
Our diminutive energies.

Energies thus spent trying to
Reverse the infinite disorder
Of the universe,
Spent in chasing and satisfying
Insatiable desires,
Spent in nefarious creation and
Worshipping of
Ephemeral Gods,
Leads to chronic insufficiency
Of time.

How can there ever be the time
To Appease the insatiable,
Reverse the infinite or
Worship the fallacious.
There can never be the time
To grow and to live.

How tired may one become,
How weary and despondent,
Chasing the impossible,
Appeasing the insatiable,
Worshipping the fallacious.
How tired I am.
Yet how compelled I am
To live and
Continue in this life.

Open Sea

To look in any direction and see
Light blue o’erhead and dark blue beneath
Tells one that one is on the sea –
The open sea,
Where only openness may triumph.

That openness, opening up
Experience of the cleansing,
Pacifying, and uplifting
Oceans,
That is where I would be.

To be alone on an open sea,
Would fill more needs than there ever could be.
What needs more than self and love,
And a chance to grow
Could there be?
The chance to know as
Does the sea,
That all is one
In unity:
All is one in Love.

Then knowing that
There could not be
More than this sea,
This sea of sustenance,
This sea of energy,
Of Matter which is this energy:
The universe is my sea,
And though seeming alone
I sail on,
Travelling through the
Currents of time.

I have no need for any more.
I have no more needs
When this is realized.

This realization is the only thing that
All must come to terms with.
This realization is the only thing
That really counts.

The sea may help me find
That realization
When alone with an ocean surrounding
I am allowed to ponder,
To create my thoughts, and
Relive the destiny
I created.

That sea may help me
Realize the tininess,
The punity of my own life
When compared to the vastness
That is the universal ocean
Of Energy and Love.

Slaves

Fettered by the chains of
Uncontrolled desire:
We are slaves
To all
Of existence,
Held subservient
To the things of
Life we all
Desire,
Demand.
Things of life
Fettering us
To yet more
Morbid things
Of life,
Creating our own manacles.

We are slaves –
Toiling –
Bonded to our own
Meniality;
Disgusted by our
Own;
Yet fettering ourselves
To all
Heinous;
Wallowing in our
Own dissatisfaction,
Dissatisfied.
Wallowing saturnine.

Wailing in our
Own malaise;
Crying for freedom
From the bondage
Only our Selves
May release:
For only our Selves
Have imposed.
Misguided but
Guided on a
Wayward path,
Being lead,
But leading us to
Liberation from
Our own desire:
Liberation
From thought.

From our masters
We may take example:
Only from our masters
May we learn
The freedom
Surrendered to
This fettering thought.

This wretched thought.

Only from our masters,
For our masters keep
Us obsequious;
Our masters show us the way.

Pointing to and revealing
Lessons needed
To control freedom;
Exposing ourselves
To learning situations,
At suitable conjunctions
Of time and space,
And condition.
Our masters are good
Masters.
Though they inflict
Us with pain,
The hurt and suffering
Are good.
The hurt and suffering
Can teach us.
The hurt cannot hurt
Us,
No more than a Death
Can free us
Or a God
Can save us.

Our good masters
Want us to grow
Out of these chains,
Free ourselves from pain,
And take proper command
Of our own lives.
For our command
In past
Has not been proper.

Our masters want
Us freed from
This thought fettering,
Impinging
On our rights as
Entities;
Our rights as
Beings;
Our intrinsic rights
As units of intelligence.
Our rights taken away
By our own masters
When in heedless
Abdication of
Our personal freedom
We dived headlong
Into the products
Of our own desire:
This world,
This product,
This life:
All illusion,
All fantasy;
This existence.

Our masters now
Direct us,
If only we as slaves
Would heed
Their caveats.

Yes, our masters are
Good.
For we, unknown to us,
Are the very masters
Fettering ourselves,
The very masters
To whom
We must answer.
The very masters
That enslaved us,
The only masters
That can free us.

God

External experience may teach us all,
But cannot give us knowledge.
Knowledge of all, external, internal,
Supernal, can only come from within.

Within, only, can one find knowledge –
Find redemption –
Find all that one is a part of.

Within, only, can one find
The god that is outside.

The god outside, inside,
Everywhere, is a product of
Mind,
Though mind is a product of this god.

God can only be consciousness;
Consciousness can only be as a god would seem.

Our conception and misdirection of god
Is that god is a separate and isolable
Entity,
But god is not separate or isolable
From any matter, energy, or consciousness.

For god is matter, energy and consciousness.

For god is all.

A God, as created by man in his own image,
Is a psychic and separable entity:
A creation of man’s thoughts and needs;
A fulfiller of man’s selfish greed.

Those who worship such a God
Fill that entity with their own thoughts,
Propagating and perpetuating
That entity’s existence on its own plane.

Those who are aware of the godness within,
Who control and direct the godness within,
Who are the godness within,
Are god within.

But the god that is all
Is god without,
And the god that is all
Is all.

Fire God

Within a dancing flame
A dancing god abounds;
A god of energy;
Purity;
Light.

Both creating
And destroying;
Both existing and not,
In the duality of this existence.

Creating earth by
Destroying wood.

Fire, like god,
Can cause destruction;
Like a god,
Fire can be used
To enhance life:
To make life easier.

As god may,
Fire may support life
Through cold of winter;

As god may,
Fire may take a life.

Fire in its constancy
Of change,
Rearranges
All it envelopes,
As does a god.

Is not fire,
Like a god
God?

Repent

Promulgate repentance
To the undeserving sentenced;
Proclaim your own and only version
Of all truth;

Demand and order wisdom
For their entry to God’s kingdom:
Shout out your own and only version
Of the truth.

Hate all of those heathens
Whom you hate for their religion;
Live your own and only version
Of all truth;

Condemn all those condemned
By your judgmental condemnation:
Give your own and only version
Of the truth.

Ridicule those religions
Relying not on your own idioms:
Confine your own and only version
Of all truth.

Commandeer corrupted words
As God’s wisdom for the hoards
Extort your own and only version
Of all truth.

Don’t teach them all to find
The God within their minds:
Distort your own and only version
Of the truth.

Promulgate repentance
For your own deserving sentenced:
Shame on your own and only version
Of the truth.

My Dear

‘Tis strange indeed when on our own we surmise
The workings of a universe that intertwined both our lives
And with our life’s threads wove a friendship so great,
Then tears us asunder at the hands of sweet fate.

Within both our lives a common part has been shared:
The part that says each of us, for the other cared.
And in caring and loving, such a friendship was made,
That no distance can take away, nor time separate.

Though you may leave, and put many miles between us
I’ll turn to my memory and your smile will be there.
You may no longer see me, but I’ll always remain
Happy in the knowledge that you’ll always care.

So to your new life in such an unimaginable land,
I’ll send you with fervor, for I do understand:
I know times and places always must change
And for the growth of both of us, we must rearrange.

No friendship can be lost in the course of such growth,
Though friends may take leave doing what’s best for both,
And while growing and living apart from each other,
That friendship grows stronger as ties stretch out farther.

On to your new life I send you with blessings
And I won’t quite be complete, after we part.
Though I’ll no longer see you, you’ll always have
That missing piece of me held tight in your heart.

With separate lives we both must continue,
So stay happy with the love and memories I bring you.
Should devil despondency or sadness creep in
Merely turn to this page instead of wry weeping.

For this page alone is filled with love more
Than ever two friends could have shared before.
Nor ever may two friends share this again
For what’s woven is ours ’till far beyond this life’s end.

No farewells for the old life, for you or for me,
Fear not, dear Victoria, at the loss of this friend,
But welcome the growth that the future will bring,
Knowing our friendship is ours far beyond any end.