Lessons 17 & 18.

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Contemplation's on the workbook lessons of A Course In Miracles.

 

 

Lesson 17.

 

No matter how many chimera you collect,

it all ends up as psychology.

That false self that has become

your stock in trade,

needs to be put somewhere

where the light can reach it.

 

We think, and therefore -

We all get caught up in this partisan net.

Love did not supply us with a program

for this beggars opera

that plays our tunes.

We chose a certain libretto

and sing along with a chorus

of dreaming spear carriers.

 

Neutrality is not seen

but only what the stage reveals.

And we take that alliance as peace

to work upon our sullen treatise.

 

We are both host and guest

in the green pasture of this love.

Sweep the floor of your soul.

Every day make yourself welcome.

 

There is a big artery

that pumps light into every heart.

I saw it once turn into

a shining tree upon which we sat.

The Angel of constancy

skipped a beat in our tango with time,

and the branches shivered with joy.

 

Think not our thoughts are harmless,

but think from the well of love

that is hidden in peace,

and the morning moon

will take the twilight off

like a nuns habit

and be a girl again.

 

Who can tell where the heart goes,

when love comes calling?

In the cities we all wake up like bumpkins.

The Emperor of reason

is making love

in the barn of every stranger.

There is just this love embrace

and warming home.

 

 

Thoughts

never sit on a fence,

but run to illusion

or love.

The big clock in your heart

is always making time and taking sides.

Choose the living thought

that does not leave the womb of itself.

 

 

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Lesson 18.

 

The seeing of you and I

is a prayer being made as a recognition,

or an effect.

That effect is total,

whether it is misperception,

or true vision.

Nobody just turns up.

Nothing is coincidental.

 

To you my sundered self,

or to you, my self as healed.

We are not alone in God,

no one is a stranger here.

 

We have built a world together.

The cost of which,

was exile.

I stamp your passport -Undesirable,

you mine as - Alien.

Each thought shifts us

into a separation effect

or love to Union.

 

We are windows lit by One light,

preoccupied with confidential images.

Secret visions that we keep

in the public domain

and see them there as our reality.

 

How much we see the consequence

of these our private inquiries

made manifest,

depends upon the seeing of us all.

To be ‘not alone’

is to be in an others image,

or to be in Gods.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.