He is Everyman
And thing and thought.
Every action is His,
History is HIS STORY,
His is the making, the breaking and the mending,
His is the thinking, the thought and the imagining.
He is Everyman
And will and wont.
Every decisions is His,
Resolution is HIS SOLUTION
His is the assessing, the selecting and the judging
His is the custom, the tendency and the disposition.
He is Everyman
And passion and poise.
Every enjoyment is His,
Transport is HIS SPORT
His is the joy, the bliss and the rapture
His is the pride, the nobility and the aplomb
He is Everyman
And valour and veracity.
Every authority is His,
Rectitude is HIS ATTITUDE
His is the courage, the determination and the morality
His is the reality, the truth and the certainty
He is Everyman
And mercy and might.
Every outcome is His,
Efficacy is HIS ECSTASY
His is the compassion, the magnanimity and the deliverance
His is the power, the potency and the fulfilment
He is Everyman
And perfect and pure.
Every virtue is His,
Decency is HIS POTENCY
His is the ideal, the excellence and the magnificence
His is the innocence, the simplicity and the incorruptible
He is Everyman
And one and all
He is everything
Diverse is HIS UNIVERSE
His is the singularity, the particular, and the specific
His is the entirety, the inclusive and the whole
CIA – Constant Integrated Awareness
I move within, tethered to everything,
everything responding to me.
The flow is constant, un-abating.
Shockingly understandable, manageable.
Everything I know, is known to me,
The beginning and the end are only
words, drenched in meaning if we only
allow it to be.
Constant is the knowledge of IS, being and becoming, constantly.
Unvarying is the tempo, the movement of the knowledge,
Neither fast nor slow, just a flow
And I flow with it.
The message is integrated, related, included,
Nothing amiss, nothing missing
Melding into a oneness of knowing.
Who speaks, who hears, who says, who listens?
I do and I do and I do and I do.
What is said anew, a fresh – nothing.
Yet, I listen to it afresh, and then I listen again.
Each time in bliss, revelling in its novelty.
All in one and one in all, who to tell the message to?
Yet, the message is relayed, integrated into everything
Flowing, not flowing, there, and everywhere.
From every point, every dimension the message reverberates,
I AM, being, becoming, beckoning,
calling to all and calling to itself only.
What call is it?
The call to be LOVE,
to be all in LOVE,
to become LOVE,
to become all in LOVE.
The Universe
I expand, evolving into
the Universe,
Changing into IT, the divine.
My mind teeters, tottering in
the vastness, into the miniscule,
unable to comprehend,
constitute itself.
There is no anchor: freewheeling,
flying, the mind tries to grab
the debris of its existence.
A last dab at its being, its frothy
life of vicissitudes and vanity
just flimsy elements of film
that it cannot hold on to.
Brightness incomprehensible, beyond
anything the senses can grasp
has the mind reeling in a vortex.
Yet, something holds its all together.
What is it that gives me the firma
on which to see all these?
To see it in its oneness, in its
completeness, in its entirety.
What am I? to be able to experience
the interaction, the woven play,
the mesh of life and energy that is.
The I is not me, yet me, and all of me.
The I is everything, everyone, every and all.
What is is, what was is no longer
And what will be doesn’t exist.
Everything is now, the point, the dot,
the bindu sanyuktam, the origin.
Are we made anew every moment?
What is a moment in the place of no time,
in the space of a blink of an eye?
Expanding, the universe marks its own time,
its own rhythm. How miniscule our frames
of time and space, of past and future.
The mind, beset with its own parameters
cannot bring to bear the vastness into any confine.
Nor can it adjust to the minuteness of everything in it,
every tiny detail perfect in its place, deliberated to finest particularity
every facet sought out to its own brilliance.
Each fitting flawlessly into a lattice of life.
Beyond alpha and omega, beyond the finest calculation,
the universe expands in dimensions unknown,
writing its story, relaying its message, listening to it itself
No comments:
Post a Comment