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.

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.

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.

The Conscious Light
Which fuels thought,
Is a mystery to most men;
How then can they be taught
To apply in the way that’s right,
The power of the Conscious Light?

If this, then, is a mystery
How can these men be set free
From unending pain and misery
In this state of physical mortality?

This physical mortality
Is the mysterious key,
To unlock gates of eternity;
And in mere thinking of the Conscious Light,
Fueling thought of what is right,
A man begins to turn the key.