To The See

Dear Reader

Are you ready? Are you willing to See? Please use this as a meditation, as a softening of the heart toward release, as a message to be spoken aloud with your own voice. That which we speak, we bring into form.

Photo by Matt Paul Catalano on Unsplash

When the wave rises   
we cannot say
the exact moment
it will crest
and begin its fall to freedom
into wholeness with the infinite 

So ask not
are we done
ask not
are we here yet
but rather soften into
all flow
and do not judge
your arc
your ride

You witness
such shifting sands
Your vision blurs
in the heat of the sun
You are unsure
if you are dreaming
if the shadows
upon the horizon
are real 
or true

Everywhere you turn
you wonder 
is this the godly way
or is this the illusion
the bed of lies
which makes one a fool

Those whom you once trusted
seem to collapse
as if they had always
been made of dust
and those whom you once judged
surprise you
as they crack open your heart
and reshape your soul

Nothing remains
in the realm of the ordinary
Nothing is as it used to be
for the story is now told
across fields of light
through layers and layers 
of dimensions
cutting consciousness
beyond space
beyond measure
beyond a world of
day and night

So that just when you think you know
you realize you don’t know
Just when it starts to make sense
it doesn’t anymore
and we begin to recognize
that we are no longer alive
in the realm of
experience which marks us
We are being born instead
into a realm
of truth as constant creation 
beyond categorization
beyond constructs of old

Photo by Kat J on Unsplash

Look into the eyes
of your brother
and you may find 
alive within
the dark fears
of an abandoned child

Look into the eyes
of your enemy
and you may find
a hidden wisdom
a soul who has simply learned
how to survive

Look into
your own eyes
and allow yourself to see
as if for the first time
the clutter of 
persona and denial
for there is no more time
no more use
for addictions of distraction
Not another moment to be given
to doubt or blindness
not another day to spend
in helplessness
hopelessness
or fear

For whether this is
your last day upon 
a hellish Earth
or your first day
in a Heaven of your own making
it matters not
the wave has arisen
the wave has arisen
and it will return us all
to the See

The time has come
to cease thinking with the brain
and instead infuse
your Presence with expansive sight
To stop breathing
with the lungs
and instead inhale
the force of a destructive and creative fire
To walk upon the soil
and at the same time
transcend the doing of it
all the while discovering beauty
in every particle
of your sleep-walking
day-dreaming world

Photo by Aaron Paul on Unsplash

As you expand
slowly, slowly exploding the DNA
as you breathe in
this fiery light
you may believe
that now you have drunk the tea
taken the pill
but this 
dear children
this is your return to knowing
the remembering
of the coming
of the end of the night

This is exactly how
the key is handed back to you
placed firmly in your hands
for you can never cease
human confusions
without first naming the stories
the stage and the players
and then bow
in absolute gratitude
as you rise up
as you re-materialize
into your entirety
and leave those stories
behind

This is the melding
of a transporting state
wherein we envision
ourselves into alchemy
with the material voice
of our human drama
We the wordsmiths
We the players
We the audience
the critics on opening night
forever and forever
at play
caught between suffering and joy
hide and seek
with the light of utter
absolution and forgiveness
allowing ourselves to be found
allowing ourselves to be found
and the game is thus done
the dissolving forces
of negative illumination
collapsing inward
until we cannot be lost
confused
or distracted again
no matter how great the storm
no matter how deep
the crashing of this giant wave

Come here
to this shore
one, two, three times 
every day
let the reminder
of meaning within chaos
sing in your ears
and become
one of the ones who has
relinquished fear
and found the rhythm
of acceptance
the untouchables
the transformers
the heroes upon their journeys
finally able to play the game
because we see the game
and to return to the arms
of Home
when the theatre is done
 
Author pick up your pen
Artist pick up your brush
Parent birth your child
Child grow into your parent
Creator infuse the expressions
of every shade
of every being
in every way

You were born for this time 

When the wave rises   
we cannot say
the exact moment
it will crest
and begin its fall to freedom
into wholeness with the infinite 

So ask not
are we done
ask not
are we here yet
but rather soften into
all flow
and do not judge
your arc
your ride

You witness
such shifting sands
Your vision blurs
in the heat of the sun
You are unsure
if you are dreaming
if the shadows
upon the horizon
are real 
or true

Everywhere you turn
you wonder 
is this the godly way
or is this the illusion
the bed of lies
which makes one a fool

Those whom you once trusted
seem to collapse
as if they had always
been made of dust
and those whom you once judged
surprise you
as they crack open your heart
and reshape your soul

Nothing remains
in the realm of the ordinary
Nothing is as it used to be
for the story is now told
across fields of light
through layers and layers 
of dimensions
cutting consciousness
beyond space
beyond measure
beyond a world of
day and night

So that just when you think you know
you realize you don’t know
Just when it starts to make sense
it doesn’t anymore
and we begin to recognize
that we are no longer alive
in the realm of
experience which marks us
We are being born instead
into a realm
of truth as constant creation 
beyond categorization
beyond constructs of old

Look into the eyes
of your brother
and you may find 
alive within
the dark fears
of an abandoned child

Look into the eyes
of your enemy
and you may find
a hidden wisdom
a soul who has simply learned
how to survive

Look into
your own eyes
and allow yourself to see
as if for the first time
the clutter of 
persona and denial
for there is no more time
no more use
for addictions of distraction
Not another moment to be given
to doubt or blindness
not another day to spend
in helplessness
hopelessness
or fear

For whether this is
your last day upon 
a hellish Earth
or your first day
in a Heaven of your own making
it matters not
the wave has arisen
the wave has arisen
and it will return us all
to the See

The time has come
to cease thinking with the brain
and instead infuse
your Presence with expansive sight
To stop breathing
with the lungs
and instead inhale
the force of a destructive and creative fire
To walk upon the soil
and at the same time
transcend the doing of it
all the while discovering beauty
in every particle
of your sleep-walking
day-dreaming world

Photo by Himanshu Choudhary on Unsplash

As you expand
slowly, slowly exploding the DNA
as you breathe in
this fiery light
you may believe
that now you have drunk the tea
taken the pill
but this 
dear children
this is your return to knowing
the remembering
of the coming
of the end of the night

This is exactly how
the key is handed back to you
placed firmly in your hands
for you can never cease
human confusions
without first naming the stories
the stage and the players
and then bow
in absolute gratitude
as you rise up
as you re-materialize
into your entirety
and leave those stories
behind

This is the melding
of a transporting state
wherein we envision
ourselves into alchemy
with the material voice
of our human drama
We the wordsmiths
We the players
We the audience
the critics on opening night
forever and forever
at play
caught between suffering and joy
hide and seek
with the light of utter
absolution and forgiveness
allowing ourselves to be found
allowing ourselves to be found
and the game is thus done
the dissolving forces
of negative illumination
collapsing inward
until we cannot be lost
confused
or distracted again
no matter how great the storm
no matter how deep
the crashing of this giant wave

Come here
to this shore
one, two, three times 
every day
let the reminder
of meaning within chaos
sing in your ears
and become
one of the ones who has
relinquished fear
and found the rhythm
of acceptance
the untouchables
the transformers
the heroes upon their journeys
finally able to play the game
because we see the game
and to return to the arms
of Home
when the theatre is done
 
Author pick up your pen
Artist pick up your brush
Parent birth your child
Child grow into your parent
Creator infuse the expressions
of every shade
of every being
in every way

You were born for this time 



© Adikanda

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