Pax Profunda

[Wagner]

Pax Profunda
10/31/17
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A new day has arisen to perform
The trickling caffeination of my morning,
Behind the epic masquerade of my accretions.
Who am I really?
The body, the senses, the organs of sense?
The emotions, memories, thoughts?
Is this personality me, this distinct
Amalgamation of traits rutted by habit?
Me?
What am I? Where is it?
I can feel it,
I can feel that I am,
Yet any attempt to bind me to a label
Is just another mask.
It is far behind and before the letters
M-E, it is center.
This feeling that "I am"...
What is it?
It is the guide to what we are, a beacon to follow.
Follow it, never let it go.
Evidence, no other evidence can suffice
But to say that "I am",
Through Knowing, what you are
Is what remains on the departure of
What you are not.
It is You, inward and pure;
Strength beyond strength.
Inward lies the road to Without.
I am in a small cell with only
The light of this flickering candle
To shine upon my ways that are
Only in this room.
I depend on this light, this candle,
To shine upon my ways.
The thought of making it dimmer and dimmer
Is fear unbounded.
Yet I am told that through
Courage conquering fear this little candle
Can be made silent and still.
And then I become aware, awareness I am.
I had been so fixated on this tiny little light
Of flame that it had not lit my way,
It had blinded me in utter fascination.
The thought of making it dimmer and dimmer
Is fear incarnate.
The fear of death is just a wisp to compare,
For the dying is only the beginning
Of the life as you truly are.
I was scared, I was so scared,Until I really sought who was scared
And found that they were only illusion.
So I learned the way,
The way of crawling progress,
To extinguish the little candle
And its little light.
When I did this for just an infinite fraction of a second
My tiny cell was broken and
All of its structure came down
That I was bathed in Eternal Daylight,
Which is not an increase in knowledge or belief.
It is the soul of inspiration.
Love ever abides.
Love is the vehicle of purpose.

[Joe Mc]

Yes I get this poem, thanks for sharing, I love the opening lines, caffeination of my morning ...epic masquerade of my accretions.. very nice. I'm caffeinating my own morning here as I write lol. The image of a candle flickering is an interesting one ..and the comparison to our real self which shines brighter than anything we have encountered here with our senses. It reminds me of an image in a Leonard Cohen song were he says, " We are so lightly thrown ". Anyway thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading.

[Nowayout]

I would say, give thanks for that little light.

If you think for a moment that you are somehow bigger than it, then it may just blow you away.

[Wagner]

You're welcome, Joe Mc. Sorry about the late reply, glad you enjoyed. :)

@Nowayout
The little light is the Ego. Should we give thanks to the moon for the light of the Sun? Surely the Ego has its purpose but such is limited. As for being "bigger than it"... Hmm. When you wake up from a dream do you consider the dream "bigger" than your waking life? I am the Ego, there is no doubt of that. But behind the dream of being this Ego living in a world of mind portrayed by matter is the impersonal light of absolute consciousness, which is we as we are when all accretions have been divested from the ultimate subjectivity of total awareness, without adjuncts, diffusion, dilution, or disparity.

[Nowayout]

OK great, nothing can put my little light out, shine on you crazy diamonds.