Spirit of Existence

What mysterious worlds frolic within the vast
The all-encompassing ocean of consciousness?

Thereon all forms float and dart
Only to sink and leave no trace
Of spray or bubbles on this Sea

This Spirit does not come with observation
It appears of its own volition
Drink of it; be not a jar
Laden with water but its lip stone dry

Or a rider borne afar
Knowing not the nature of the steed beneath him


                                Infinity

We and our existences are non-existent:
Infinity appears in the guise of mortality

That which moves in us is a gift of immortals
An expression of forever

Being reveals itself to non-being
and causes non-being to fall in Love
with Being

Do not depart from me or withhold your Bliss
I am never satiated on your ecstatic stream

But if you depart, who is there to question?
Does the picture interrogate the painter?

Look not on our faults, look on Your generosity and Loving-kindness
We were not: and yet you heard our silent prayer
And called us into Being
for Love’s sake!

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