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CharlesC Dec 2019
Some Characters know their Identity
On the world stage..and know also
The real Identity of  all characters as
We engage in playing our parts..
But many of these..alas.. do not know
Their own Identity..

As a character finds life's difficulties
The Character allows as to
The pain of  belief in separation as
The cause of our common suffering..

To be a real Character on stage
We discover the Reality which
Has always donned the Character..
Our eternal Identity even before
Ancient Abraham walked and talked..
CharlesC Dec 2019
This word
For most of us seems
To assume an
Object of desire which
Has been fulfilled
Thus..releasing gratitude..

A tragic misunderstanding
Failing to recognize
We live our lives in
A field of Gratitude and
Our real Identity
As Gratitude..begs for
Our Recognition...
CharlesC Dec 2019
Comes from being
Between and around
The multitude of
Objects vying for
Our attention..

Between and around
We do not attach
Neither do we resist
But allow the
Quiet to proclaim...
CharlesC Nov 2019
Apparently
Our way of looking
Tells each of us
Who we are in
This moment..

Inward..no thing
Shows up..Outward
All things show up..

Apparently
We need to recognize:
Inward reveals
The Eye which is not
Discarded with our
Outward gaze..
CharlesC Nov 2019
This is a healing
One person might bring
Briefly..perhaps more
To a harsh divide
Of desperate insistence
Of survival and search..
She was the one
In this gathering..
Praise was compelled
From the sides..
Hints of peace...

Thanks, Maria Yovonovitch...!
CharlesC Nov 2019
We all do it
Until we recognize
Illusion..

Our conditioning
Imprisons us until
We recognize that
Conditioning is illusion
Hiding the Self
Which we really Are..

Conditioning's costumes
Are beliefs which deceive
Rooted in the separation
We seemingly experience..
Hiding the Freedom
Available Now...
CharlesC Nov 2019
As the crow flies

This black being
A gas station appearance
Intersection traffic
Horns and lights
Sunset shortly
Walking on stones..
Ignoring noisy polluted
Starts and stops..
A stoic warrior
In our time of
Desperate seeking..

Then he flew
As sunlight waned..
Wishing his
Transcendence...
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