Oct
20
1985

Feelings

by Stephen Messer

When two people
Transcend their personalities
And feel as one
For the other
For the One,
These people become locked:
They are locked in
Each other – forever.
Locked in mind and thought,
Locked in feelings
Felt by all.

Should these feelings
Be not under control
They are in love.
But if feelings remain
In their control
They still can love,
Though love in control
Is friendship.

Love whose control is lost
Is Love, whose victims
Can be victims to more than
The Love.

Victims to pain;
Victims to all their
Minds may be deprived of.
Victims – insane with
Love.

But Love’s insanity
Is only insane
To those not there.
Once there,
Love’s pain
Can be a driving force.

Driving one to elation.
Driving one to the grave.

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Oct
02
1985

Balancing Act

by Stephen Messer

If this world is
The stage,
I am the actor.
I see the world as
Only a ring,
A circus thing:
I am in the center.

I am in the
Balancing
Act of Life.
I perform;
Hope to return
To what,
Though normal,
Seems beyond me.

My Troupe:
Everything,
Everyone,
Everywhere.

I am audience to
The audience;
I perform
To performers.

I have toured
With the troupe
And done many
Shows through Time;
Many faces have I
Worn – through
Many eyes have
I seen and in
Many bodies
Have performed.

Each show through
Time thus done
Has left me with
The scars of my
Past:
The body
Now mine;
The mere haunting
Of past and
Unbalanced thoughts.
This body, and
Thoughts thus made,
I now must balance
In the balancing
Act of life.
I must show to my
Perpetual audience,
And prove,
I have balanced
My thoughts.

Then, in the balanced act
Of the final death,
My thoughts
Are all balanced,
All One
In Love.

No more
Shall I perform.
I shall have
Proven to
Myself
What I know:
That I am
Everyone,
Everything,
Everywhere;
For I am my audience;
To myself I perform.

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Sep
26
1985

Consciousness

by Stephen Messer

Consciousness
Is the One Force
By the presence
Of which all
May be;
By which we are:
Conscious
As what we are
(I am a man);
Conscious
Of something
(I am);
Conscious,
In degrees
Of being conscious
(I know I am,
I know I am a man:
I am conscious
Of being conscious
As a man).

Only one Consciousness is;
And is all.
From One Consciousness
Man did fall.
Now by desultory self-esteem
Man believes Consciousness
Is his, and his alone.
But Consciousness is.
Man is vaguely aware that
Something is there, which
Makes him think, desire to know,
To live, and grow;
But that something he knows not.
Vaguely knowing it’s there,
Too many men have no inkling
Of care to know this One
Consciousness.

It is not a cause;
Nor an effect.
It has no function,
Yet no function
Can be without it.
It cannot be used;
Cannot use.
No attributes,
No qualities;
No measurements
Or properties:
Consciousness cannot
Be divided into
Degrees; diminished
Or expanded;
Held or released;
It cannot
Be possessed;
Or possess;
It never began, and
Never shall cease.
The ultimate reality:
Consciousness IS.

By it may rock
Be conscious as
Its function – rock.
I am conscious as a man.
But I long to be conscious of
Consciousness again.

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Sep
26
1985

Castigation

by Stephen Messer

In a falsetto society
Warble cries of indulgence.
Your pathetic scheming
And violent rioting;
Your malicious and scathing,
Vicious, bewailing and
Desultory ways.
Through apathetic daze
I hear your cries;
Your calls to be freed from
Your miserable ties
To troubled world
And wretched ways.

I hear your cries
But heed them not;
You’ve yourself to blame
For all you have got,
And all you’ve not.

Your bemoaning complaints,
And cries for mercy,
For money to relieve your
Pitiful plight, for material
Aid for your discomforting blight;
These material desires
Keep you out of the Light,
And for such worldly desires
It serves you right.

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Sep
26
1985

Glory Be

by Stephen Messer

In facetious admiration
For your god of salvation,
You glorify his name on high.
Yet neglected and rejected
Is the self your god protected –
The self you’ve come to know as “I”.

Your belittling reward
For glorifying your Lord
Is a pittance in a place called heaven.
But your Spirit’s advancement
Has taken subordinate placement,
For you, and your religious brethren.

It would seem that your religion
Serves to hide all Truth’s constituents
Deep within confounded images of yore;
In paradoxical parables,
Where not many a man is able
To see the Truth as written by your Lord.

Should not religion serve
To free one from this Earth,
And to one’s spiritual awakening show the Way?
Though it may have done this once,
Your religion no longer does:
Time and men have decayed it’s Truth away.

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Sep
25
1985

Body

by Stephen Messer

Death’s delusion;
Unknown intrusion
Into an unfamiliar state.
A state not known
Formally as home,
Even though a former
And future
Dwelling place for all
It has been.

For all unto delusive death
Must cast their breathing life;
All unto this “resting place”
Are bound before eternity.

This death may be an awakening,
Depending on the state you’re in
At the moment of the astral passing;
The moment we’re bereft of asking
To be excused from
(Who to ask?
Death’s registry
We put ourself on);
The moment when “life”
We’re loosed from.

Fear of death is not death’s fear,
But fear of what’s unknown;
Self-inflicted fallacies,
Projected unto malicious ears,
By those whose knowledge is lessened
By wanting less to know
The ways in which Spirit’s growth
Can always be assured:
Ways for futile living to
No longer be endured.

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Sep
25
1985

Immortality

by Stephen Messer

Forever.
A long time;
Seeming long time,
For as time seems,
Forever is.

Immortality –
Life forever,
That in time’s terms
Seems long in time.
Forever to exist.
Forever is past;
Forever is future;
Forever is and was always;
Forever exists:

Forever is.

Old man’s face furrowed
Of age,
Would have forever
Abolished,
For wrinkled body
Dried and lined by
The decay of time
Conceives forever
As ongoing ageing,
Ongoing decay,
Of body,
Mind,
Body-mind;
Ageless spirit
Is unknown.

Old man betrothed
To his concept of time
Sees not the true egress
Of the body sublime,
Nor spirit awake above
The plane of time,
When he sees forever’s age and
Feels forever’s face,
With mind’s imaginings deluded
To mere bodily awareness.

Though progressed beyond this nature,
From time his mind’s not free,
And controls the body through thoughts
That hold him back from eternity.
When control of mind is mastered
No more time has be:
He has forever,
He is forever.
Immortality is always his
For immortality
Always is,
And was always
With him.

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Sep
23
1985

Stone

by Stephen Messer

Upon a solid stone do I sit.
My hand passes not through it,
Nor my feeling penetrates this
Solid, stolid rock.

What thought it is I cannot say,
That makes this rock to
Be right here, at this
Conjunction of time and place,
And condition suited for this rock’s efface
On all the earth’s cold learning ground,
Where many a rock may be found.

And why this rock I am upon
Is here I cannot say,
I only know that this stone is long here to stay.
Long in the time that governs Earth;
Long has it been also.

But within this rock is more than matter,
To which geologist can relate.
Inside this matter there is
Consciousness, (which theologist
May debate):
For Consciousness is only One Force,
And everywhere and anywhere can be found.

Even in rocks on the ground.

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Sep
19
1985

Tree

by Stephen Messer

Leaves;
Part of the tree.
Leaves,
Of which tree
Is part,
For both are
One.

Twisted mass;
Sinuous branches;
Xylem and phloem
Flowing with Life.
Alas,
If this tree were
All eternity,
And all the universe,
I am the leaf.

I am the leaf
Fallen to earth.
Distraught with grief,
To dust endured,
Such pain procured
By my insolent
Questioning of
All.

The leaf sustains
The tree,
And the tree the leaf,
For both are
Of the same
One thing.

Through mysterious
Universe,
I am One with you,
And One with
All,
For you too
Are leaf of tree;
You too
Did fall.
On different branches,
Maybe,
Different soil,
But we both are of
The one beauty,
That is All.

Universe: my tree!
My sustenance!
Universe, which
I sustain;
In which I remain
All but balanced
As an imperfect being.
(But shall ultimately
No longer be.)

To dust I fell
From the universe,
Till from dust’s
Lessons and from
Dust’s laws,
(Minimal part of
The Law of All)
The labyrinth of
Creation’s roots,
Which permeates
This earthly
Soil,
Does feel it’s
Way into my
Heart,
Taking me back
As the intrinsic
Part
Of All
I always am.

Then through the
Veins of the
Universe tree,
My spirit essence
May flow free,
And merge with All,
And feed you leaves
Who feed the tree.

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Sep
19
1985

Lock and Key

by Stephen Messer

Many things are
Unknown to man.
Mysterious things;
Mysteries of Universe
Locked forever, until
Never they shall be
Unheard by men.

I am a man.
And as a man
I am the lock:
The lock that holds
All eternity;
All mystery.

This body is my
Lock; and I,
The Key:
The “I” of what
I know as “me.”

I am in this,
A man’s body:

In the lock, then,
Is the key.
But before the
Gates of mysterious
Universe can
Be opened by me,
A force must
Be applied
To my Self –
To I – the key.

That force is
Naught but the
All-encompassing
Power of Thought.
A force which can go
Both ways:
Tighter locking
Mysteries away,
Or opening gates
To the Eternal,
Infinite,
And All-Knowing
States.

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