The Nature of Reality
BIRTH OF WORLDS
I am Eternal Consciousness
I make of me the many Ones
Who play upon the Universe.
I am Eternal Consciousness
I make of me the Universe
Where all my many Ones do play
I am the Builder.
FATHER IS SUNLIGHT
The father is the sunlight
The mother is the trees
The father is the windy day
The mother is the bees.
ETHREAL TUBES
©2020eeta
I imagine that our separateness is an illusion and that we are all one.....god expressing as different things/parts that connect to the source with inner tubes. These tubes have "back-flow valves" which keep us in our bodies/egos. People like Jesus, Buddha, Eckhart Tolle have blown their back-flow valves...not a holy thing, but rather a malfunction of that which maintains the illusion of the material world and its separateness.
"The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the Universe to know itself." Carl Segan
See what I am become
I DANCE IN ETERNITY
I dance in Eternity,
The field of time surrounding me.
The field of time has yesterday,
Tomorrow and the first of May
While I am only, always now
Yet live in all of that somehow
Wizened Old Lady
I’m a Wizened Old Lady filled up with experience
Discounted by those who can’t see.
That there’re layers and layers of life piled up
In the being that I know as me.
There’re some here who say there’s a heaven or hell
Awaiting the end of our trek.
But I think that people just made it all up
And I say that with no disrespect.
Human Nature is such that we can behave in a hellish or heavenly way.
In this world we see both and decide for ourselves
How we choose to behave day by day.
DREAMING
When I sleep
I dream a girl who rides a brakeless bike
down steep cliffs without a helmet.
Who breathes under crystal waters,
explores Atlantis, rides on Orcas.
Who flies above a town lit by fires
and lamps within the houses.
Who finds her magic locker,
but forgets the combination.
Who meets her heart’s true love
and then can’t quite ever find him.
And waking here I wonder,
Is the one I dream now sleeping
And if she’s sleeping and if she’s dreaming
Is she now dreaming me?
Eternal Consciousness
BOATWARD
Boatward, windward, leeward, forward
Unmoor the boat
Off into unknown waters
Green, blue, black, white, choppy, glassy
Moving, moving
Free at last
Thank god almighty
I’m free at last
OLD SHOE
I’m an old shoe lying in the middle of the road
I’ve gone miles and miles through vastness untold
And now here I sit, lost and alone
Wondering how I got so far from my home.
Long, long ago I dreamed there were two.
A left and a right and not just one shoe.
If so what am I, a half or a whole?
Been moving so long there’s a rip in my sole.
Some days I know just what to do
The path opens before me, I see my way through.
All is arranged in a logical way.
First, second, third is the plan for the day.
Then again there are days that are red, green and blue
With a chorus of clouds singing counterpoint too
And colors that weep and laugh and emote
And breezes that tell of the poems that they wrote.
So maybe I’m one, but also I’m two
And maybe I’m even more than a shoe
A part of a oneness so sublime
That I dance with myself in the field of time.
ALL I KNOW IS NOW
All I know is Now
Now is where I live
I remember feeling lost and unloved as a child
I remember falling love
But I can only remember that Now.
Imagine the worst is yet to come
But I can only predict that Now
When it’s a fantasy mirage
Now’s where I live
All I know is Now.