The Observer and the Observed are one.
IT recognizes It's own reflection, the dance of an illusive sun.
It believes that It is separated, a dog chasing It's tail.
It's caught up in a mind made, make believe duality, up & down, love and hate, life and death, heaven and hell.
Lost to It's Divine Nature, devouring It's own Being.
Wake up Adam, its time to play.
You have been asleep in a dream.
You are one with the seen.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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