Friday, February 24, 2017

To a Star Child

The baby pure awareness of a little baby's eyes attending to
the filtered light within this great cross-section of eternal self-awareness.

For in-between awareness and this self-awareness
appears to be a space-time universe, o star child!

But you must close your eyes, my dearest one,
and be this mirror in which you see your self.

Don't let division keep you up at night. One is not divisible by zero.
All belief is absolutely unbelievable.
When I'm lost, I return to this I am—I'm always here.

There’s always seems to be a red rubber ball in these stories.
Monkey see. Monkey do. Monkey sees through monkey too.
Light is the only knowledge and the only knowledge is the emperor of ice cream.

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