I am the beginning, middle, end and also the cover.
I am the ever helping hand the unrequited lover.
When desires are released freedom is achieved.
Without the filter of belief the truth can be perceived.
I’ve searched high and low,
inside and outside, eyes opened and closed
seeking the Great Spirit his face never showed.
Till I looked at the seeker and found that the face was my own.
Not the man in the mirror or some bearded man on a throne.
But the spark that was there even when home was a womb.
It’s the I am that will return to the source when this body is consumed.
Not that it ever left.
This life conceals a clever jest,
fooling us into feeling separate.
We are all one thing, one world, one ocean, one stream,
possessed of one love one life one hope and one dream.
We should play chess with all pieces as kings and queens.
No black or white pieces no separate teams.
No incomplete moves through the switching of regimes.
Let’s start what we’ll finish…instead of ending what we didn’t begin.
Let thought diminish and let intuition stand.
That is the only way that we’ll be free again.
But I am free is what some might say.
Is there nothing from which you wish you could hide or run away?
or maybe you already have
ran from some fearful future or some hurtful hidden past.
thought perceives past and future
intuition perceives what’s at hand
the now is eternity all else is fiction
history books are like dishes
taste depends on who fixed them
the true future is another present
the one in your head is merely a figment
vain imagination like a God that’s indignant
we cast our own weaknesses upon the waters, storms, and earth shifts
and claim that it’s a vengeful entity punishing us on purpose
What of those who sow blessings and tend to reap curses
Or vice versa this might seem subversive
until you really look a bit deeper than the surface
and recognize awareness that is choice-less hence remorseless
operating within eternity doing what it does with impunity and certainty
no weighing balancing or measuring
no murder or retribution in which to find its pleasure in
No side shifting no pride in listening to praises of its might
No ego wrestling no evils resting in the nest of the night
What man creates sometimes destroys
the evil is in the intent not the instrument employed
the world has its cycles… misery precedes joy
they make each other evident in whatever order they occur
bliss is central eternal not mental un-shifting uneventful
I am soulful yet thoughtful beholding the awful full of joy yet sorrowful
I spread love and my sorrow goes
Man once had a god for everything a god for wind a god for rain
Me I see god as everything even me as I entertain
thoughts of redemption born of hope for a change
born of the silent sound of third eyes opening
and worldwide awakening so we can see we’re all the same
essentially when we get to the bottom of things
divisions and rulings separations and allocations of powers
placed in the wrong hands so long that we no longer recognize them as ours
no matter all’s well that ends well
Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion (Errol Percival Jr.)