Reply To: Consciousness Is The One Thing That Cannot Be A Construct

///Reply To: Consciousness Is The One Thing That Cannot Be A Construct
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Aurora Carlson
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Dear everyone, I absolutely love our playing together! Thank you @psychedelicacy @susan @krista @sree @derek-whitney @lindzyb and Deepak!
Lindsay, thank you so much for your wonderful lines! So well said! And Derek and Sree, I am so grateful that we so lovingly help each other polish the collective expression, thank you dear friends! I hope everyone reading this feels free to jump in and continue our fun!

With fresh morning eyes I have added Lindsay’s contribution after shaping it in rhyme and have also removed some duality tendencies that had sneaked in (verbal habits take us there so easily!). So what d’yall think of this version up to now?

I am woo and woo is me,
I’m both strength and delicacy,
I am flux and stability,
supreme complementarity.

Omnipotent ability.

I hear all the flowers sing
I am the starshine taking wing
The animating quality,
the ginger in each cup of tea.

I am you and you are me.

Source of the bow and each one arrow,
mountain, dolphin, deer and sparrow,
cast towards the formless goal
of no separation, one Loving whole.

I am each and every role.

Where none are first and none are last,
where life from thought is of the past,
where all are seen beyond the seeing,
where Love is lived in only being.

I am the freedom and the freeing.

I measure myself in endless ways,
As degrees, inches, pounds and days.
I sometimes think that I am not
yet death is but another thought.

In constructs I am never caught.

For what is birth? And what is death?
Time to retire the shibboleth.
Look past the veil and see instead
The canvas of all writ and read

The omnipresence, when all is shed.

I am that I am – and that is enough,
the it from the bit, either smooth or rough.
The bit in the it. The seer I am
and also the scenery hologram.

Omniscient knower, knowing and known trigram.

Awareness aware as the subject
of every experience, and also as object,
Experiencer, experiencing, experience – all three
Arise in confluence in me.

I am that. That I am. That alone is me.

I straddle the universe with but a fraction
Of my limitless being in action,
Resting in nonduality
Effortlessly, consistently

I am above each fraction that’s rising expansively.

I swirl as the cosmos, my supernovas explode
For vacuum energy I’m the abode
I thunder and bellow, I whisper and hush
Symphonic and sonorous ocean and thrush.

The art and the artist, the muse and the brush.

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