What do I know?
What thought or vision have I ever, that isn't of suggestion?
At least ancient, or other lifely?
What arrogance to say there are things
you know and have seen, that no other has.
We have all seen it all. We all know it all.
Claim only to remember,
For that which You see, We created.
There is no trip which is not through
Our One consciousness...
you claim it,
yet it is Our gift,
and you are simply Welcome.
You wish to individuate
for fear of real togetherness.
Yes,
real.
Go and tout your understanding of One,
while demanding your illusion of separateness
at the exclusion of greatness...
God, in a form you yourself did not imagine.
I see you are blind to it.
You have not seen many things,
You can not look at me completely,
You will know yourself too well,
Too soon.
What is the contrast to horrification?
Extraordinary Delight.
Rejection is protection, indeed.
Which human who has called me beautiful
has not held me in judgement or
expectation of some behavior or dance,
to deem decent, delightful, delicious,
or just delivering...?
Name yourself!
You know which names come to mind? (there are more, but...)
Rob, Sarah, and Shannon.
Three freest, strongest, sweetest,
most honest Spirits for me to have
ever laid my love upon.
Where are you, my loves?
Where are you in me? Which part of me is You?
My arm? My hand? My foot?
How do I cultivate the reflection
you have gifted me?
What am I? What am I outside of something somebody wanted?
Because, it's true, I wanted to be wanted!
Men, what am I if I am not beautiful and "put together"?
Women, what am I if I am not receiving and guiding?
Children, what am I without you?
Animals, if I don't love you as Myself, what am I?
Who's idea was it to be me?
My God? Who is that?
Me? Yes.
You? Yes.
Them, Us, We, Her, Him, It, They....
yes....yes yes.
I forsake you all, daily, with my judgment
I am the weapon and target.
I envy those in romantic relationship,
who are able to receive love,
those able to absorb the acceptance
brought by exposure of vulnerability.
Do you hear me?
I envy. I admit it.
All I can come up with
that you don't already have
is my pain.
My pain is my gift to you,
but you don't want to hear of it,
see it, sense it.
You don't want to know me,
yet you want me.
What can I give you? What do I know?
God? Yes.
But who is that? You.
Do I know you?
Can you hide who you are?
Do you?
Such injury unto God's body to hide truth,
as if a commodity.
Who do you
think you are?
Truth is the salve for the wounded Spirit.
Be giving of it.
I am coming to accept my humanity.
I have run from it, hated it,
mine and yours.
Yes I am Spirit, yes, I am energy.
I am God, embodied as human
This was my choice.
Who am I to reject myself?
To question, judge or deny my choice?
This life was not inflicted upon me
(unless it was; karma, hermetics...invoke Divine Dichotomy, and cease arguing with me.)
In any case, it is my gift!
I am a human being.
Spirit, in woman form.
How dare I forsake mySelf...
If you do not love me,
then howl like coyote,
for you are the trickster who tricks himself!
Your cunning has come around
and burnt your own butt.
(Loveless in the dim of night
While I wave, my heart alight.
You, victim of fright, afraid to fight,
in spite of Love's stamina and courage)
So mighty, think they of themselves,
those who short tunnel it to God.
Here is something new:
To attempt to know by such means is your right,
and the opposite of faith.
Those who claim faith after having snuck inside
the secret heart of All are not of Faith, but of finding.
Yes, you found it.
You proved it.
You are the Scientist.
Admit it!
-A Clearheart
