(written on august 14th, in the desert, on a fast and a day of silence)
My consciousness can only expand
to the degree that I let go of my conceptualizations of "who I am",
or even "what I am".
I am in all places at once.
I am here
I am there
I am everywhere
All that I see
All that I feel,
As I learn to truly love myself
I am more forgiving of "others"
I am more accepting of what is
and I begin to integrate consciously,
all challenges into opportunities for growth, self realization,
the world is my palette
with an infinite variety of colors!
my consciousness is the pure white canvass
to which I paint scenes upon
yet as I awaken
I find that my will is the paint brush,
I can choose the colors of my liking
Indeed there is only one cosmic mirror
and all that manifests
all that I perceive is my own projection
and now that I can see within
I can observe objectively
towards what I previously perceived as being possible
My only desire is liberation
my will is creation itself
my power is love
the only true power
it is that which unifies
all else is illusion
yet there is value in this dream
for if not for sleep
we could not wake...