[Aurora CarlsonKeymaster Upvotes: 110 votes@aurorac]

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Dear authors,

As you know, a group of members of the DiscoveringYourCosmicSelf.com forum, among others @krista, @sree , myself and you Deepak and Menas, have spontaneously come together to play. We have put together a first YATU poem and our new Poetry and Art Room is filling up with joyful artistic expressions.

I have two questions and would be very grateful for your insights and guidance:

The first question is if you think that this sketched poem that gave us many laughs and moments of friendship is roughly expressing the truth of our identity.

My second question is- what would be needed for humanity to cooperate as one and not as many, in the building of new, healthy societies? As long as the illusion of separate identity dominates, we are concerned with consolidating our constructed personal images. But how does it look and feel when cooperation comes from unity, and can you give us any advice on what we need to allow and what we are to let go of, in order to get there? Thank you and love!

Here is our first YATU poem:

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

I AM omnipotent ability.

I hear all the flowers sing
I am the starshine taking wing
The animating quality,
the ginger in a 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, be it 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.

Like ships passing by each other at night
We go through life aloof, despite
us being sisters and brothers,
forgetting there are no others.

We’re all sons, daughters, mothers and fathers.

In the vast universe, the Master Captain, our true Self
guides us, its infinite number of ships – to itself,
the other shore, with loving care and steady hand,
reminding us the ancient Truth we now might understand:

You Are That, You Are the Universe, you are not small, but grand.

[Deepak ChopraModerator Upvotes: 60 votes@deepakchopra]

Dear @aurorac, thank you for your question! I have answered in Readers Ask: Is Poetry the Language of the Soul?

Love,
Deepak

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