Perigee
Time floods my consciousness
with pretense of reality that like a mist
is faithless, vanishing,
exchanging slavery with me.
That which I know, I am;
that which I see
is just an object over there,
apart from unity.
Yet all is one,
the one I cannot fathom--
one I surely cannot know.
As empty as it thus appears
one question looms essentially:
will it ever be
that I am not?
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Namaste! "I honor the place within you where the entire universe resides. I honor the place within you of Love and Light, of Truth and Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, there is only ONE of us." Please give me your reactions to the poems and thoughts in this blog. (Critiques and disagreements are equally welcome) Simply click anywhere you see "Comment" and then on "Post a comment." I'll really appreciate your doing this, and will often respond. Peace!
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About Me
- Dean
- Retired, former radio announcer, teacher, pipe organ technician...now an internet addict, poet, and progressive patron of the arts.
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