Oh seeker, day 16

[Guest guest]

Chris, this would be my version

I have often poemed about One song,

One Melody, One Being, One Love

but this is about masks worn.

ar

 

 

 

You ask me about masks and I have spoken,

shown the pictures at an exhibition on my walls

of cowardice, a denying

of Spirit becoming All That Is

wearing the separate mask of I Am,

It is well and good to know Oneself, to know Who

I Am, in the comparison

and the jettison and flotsam of your ship of fools crashed

against the turning turning churning burning tides of What Is,

a Question Mark, a Questing

an expedition of the farthest reaching four corner-ed earth,

heaven-bound,

hell-bound,

a spray of sea-salt to an Awakening Face,

the Original

Face of the Unknown Unborn Buddha Mind,

I Am the Dreamer

Dreaming Dreams

an ancient drumming,

I coincide with a human heartbeat and

soul-renderings of distinction and inclination,

remembrances

face-to-face

with

You

My Love

My Friends

My Precious Beloveds

 

Universal Face

Universal Spirit

I Am This One

 

'YOU'

 

 

ar