I give this poem to you.
I wanted to tell you what I am, what you are.
Though time and space seem to separate us,
I tell you:
We are together now.
It is Ourself that I’m trying to impress on you:
The now in which the words pass by
Contains our voice speaking these thoughts;
The future as it becomes the past.
We are this future,
Which consciousness faithfully reflects
As it leaves our unthought Self
To dance in the firmament of the mind.
This future is the One
That holds the present and the past
As it reveals itself as everything
When we glimpse its shadow.
So drop this poem from your hands
And drop these thoughts from your mind
So that the reader might take the time
To free itself of words and listen…
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 3:52 PM UTC
I give this poem to you.
I wanted to tell you what I am, what you are.
Though time and space seem to separate us,
I tell you:
We are together now.
It is Ourself that I’m trying to impress on you:
The now in which the words pass by
Contains our voice speaking these thoughts;
The future as it becomes the past.
We are this future,
Which consciousness faithfully reflects
As it leaves our unthought Self
To dance in the firmament of the mind.
This future is the One
That holds the present and the past
As it reveals itself as everything
When we glimpse its shadow.
So drop this poem from your hands
And drop these thoughts from your mind
So that the reader might take the time
To free itself of words and listen…
another experiment in spiritual transmission
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