One always tries to solve the x of me, but I am always undefined.
One day the me is sorrowful and tries to understand just why.
One day the me is happy and desires to know exactly how to stay that way.
After years of swinging to and fro, the me forgets stability of what it is,
entrapped within the back-and-forth, recapturing some pleasure or avoiding pain.
In time, this bipolarity appears to be the ordinary state of its existence.
Monkeys see and monkeys do. The jaguar has escaped from its own view.
as consciousness is the expression of the absolute, and divine imagination is the expression of consciousness, spontaneous revelation is the expression of divine imagination
Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wisdom
Wisdom is always talking to itself.
It's the voice in the wilderness
that needs no audience—
knowing there is no other.
The known that knows
it is the unknown,
it's being is loving
and otherwise compassionate.
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