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Musing on The Absolute
Early I was driven out of my bed,
Musing on the wondrous Godhead,
Intimating that things must be said,
Before this body is ‘brown bread’*.
For too long words have been proscribed,
As the Absolute cannot be described,
But now That urged it’s time I tried,
So that Its peace and love may be imbibed.
For only That does not come and go,
Being the substratum in which all things flow,
The screen where thoughts and sensations show,
By viewing which our minds can know.
The constant, conscious, subjective presence,
Our vital, inner, unmoving essence,
By which all beings have sentience,
Eternal, never needing to commence.
Full of peace and quietness,
All things arise at That’s behest,
Ephemeral vibrations filled with its zest,
Displaying therein before returning to rest.
From This everything is derived,
In which all reside and are spied,
Back into which they must subside,
When out of steam … the end of the ride.
This is ever still and serene,
Radiant, pure and pristine,
By which manifestation is seen,
Unaffected by what is or has been.
The home from which we never depart,
Our fundamental, essential heart,
If from this you feel apart,
One day you’ll wake up with a start.
To That which you can never leave,
Thus there is no need to grieve,
Just do not let your mind deceive,
By the egoic thoughts it may weave.
Direct experience investigate,
To discover That by which you sensate,
Present in every phenomenal state,
Not acquired but totally innate.
For This there needs no preparation,
The source of all with no deviation,
The unmanifest in manifestation,
Just Love which is ‘ no separation’.
*Cockney rhyming slang for ‘dead’.
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