Poem Number One

That consciousness has developed, evolved,
as an extension of the elemental framework
portends to the dynamic of our minds.

Our attachments, material and psychic,
persuade us against our better judgment,
which must be rooted out
by the passing of our perceptions
from values into transcendental relationships,

The measure of our understanding
hails as a sign post of our level of consciousness
within the interdependent field.

Otherness does not exist, and thus
separation reflects our delusions.
Nothing short of continuity itself
would allow us to observe true meaning.

Just so, synchronicity expresses itself to itself
merely as a vibrational variation, enduring time
as a 4D context which may be simply bypassed
beyond experience by our objectifying no-thing.

Outside does not exist, and inside is all there is;
we are an external observing ourselves
and by identifying with the whole
we end the madness of differentiation.

In the world of sameness, difference does not exist,
and what remains knows no contrast.

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