I Awoke Once When I Was Born
I had a dream once where I was born.
I was born, then I awoke.
I awoke with love in my eyes, peace in my heart and an utter sense of tranquility within my being.
I awoke one day and I was born.
I awoke when I was born and then died again,
and was born once more.
Flow
And dance as the light of your eternal being.
Cat scampers across my feet
Chasing a mouse who turns to face it
Uncertain of the outcome I stop and watch
An ancient dance of predator and prey
The mouse is small, but in the moment of turning to face its aggressor, it is boundless.
Breathing in, I Ascend to the heavens
Exhaling I find the ground of my being
Breathing in I am born to the lightness of space
Exhaling I die the death that is me
Body upon body
Flesh upon flesh
Mind into mind
Heart into heart
Spirit within Sol
And One within us all
Blue light sparks the flame of subtle currents
From one being to another
Resurging at each sacred hub
Like dendrites of a waking body
Awakening into the light and pronouncing I am born.
Blissful love drops
Bubble over my heart
Bouncing between two
Bodies connected from the start
Know thyself and awaken to the warrior god within you
Stand erect and move through the world with a gentle hand and ease of passage
For you are the Kings of a long forgotten era of Kings
Proud in form I move through this world with dignity and grace
For it is the divine birthright of my embodied being
and the Responsibility of my Godhood
In my mind I am quite
In my heart I am Alive
I am. I am Alive.
In my soul I am ablaze in the radiance of the God flame.
To be is to be. There is no question.
There is no escaping it.
There is no understanding it.
To do so is to mistake the map for the territory,
the finger for the moon.
You can’t eat a picture of delicious food,
all it does is make you more hungry.
Is is, from now within eternity.
In you and me are the rocks and the trees.
Last night I dies a man. This morning I am reborn as god.
In the experience of the I am there is nothing
temporal because there is never a beginning.
No search. No end.
There is only is.
Arise alive my soul rises over the earth
Arise alive wings on my back, light on foot
Whatever does an Angel’s footprint look like
A windswept kiss upon a child’s rose taut cheeks
Whispering forgiveness upon the earls of the condemned
Or a blessing of death to a wounded heart
Murmering eyes of tattered love
