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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?