I have a notebook that I leave in my truck so I can write on the go if I NEED TO or feel drawn to do so. It usually just sits in the truck, but it is in the house at the moment, so I thought I would share a few writings and poems. This was written in January of 2007, post egoic death. This experience to which I am talking about is not metaphorical, it was a felt sense of what was going on for me at the time. writing has helped me to make more sense of some of these experiences and integrate them into my everyday consciousness. I have also created many paintings to do a similar thing (will post as I find). But here is the poem;
I am
The sounds vibrate through me,
Although, I am not here,
Nor there
I choose my steps carefully,
As the universe is all that,
I am.
The path, the leaves,
The wind, this body, the sky,
All “me”
Vast, silencing, piercing energy,
Cutting through the mind,
Sanity is disturbed
There is no running or hiding from this,
No end, or beginning,
Infinite
The mind is not designed for this,
The eyes bear a heavy burden,
They see all
Hundreds of thousands of eyes,
That see and feel,
Itself.
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There is no running or hiding from this
So true.
Chris