Inbetween

What are the chances that "Awareness" could come into being?
How is it that it can perceive, receive, and believe, and all housed within One divine entity, into infinity.
My reality certainly seems and feels real enough, but so do my dreams.
This is amazing stuff here, existing within and without magical seams, and ever so keen.
This, in between.

Only Awareness knows

Does death fear life, like life fears death?
Is there an in between where we can get some rest?
Is it all part of a cosmic self help test, for whats best for our souls and more so, for the good of the whole, as we reap what we sow.
Will we ever know?
Awareness, on the go.

One Can Not Buy Back The Extinct

Man needs Earth more then jobs.
How much more must we rob, from Nature and all that we hold dear? Why are most living in financial fear?
As "The Kingdom of Living" has always been here.
There is no "NEED" for our wants, for bigger toys and extravagant luxuries to flaunt.
No other creature charges one another to live upon "Mother Earth", and without Her presents, "Life" could not give birth.
How much is "Life" worth?

On And On.....

There appears to be no spot where "Is-ness" is not.
Lift a rock and "I Am" there.
"Awareness," can be witnessed everywhere.
"I Am" in my father, and my father is in me.
In the drop of water, so is the sea.
In the acorn, awaits the tree.
All information is in every grain of sand and every seed.
All is recorded, every thought, action, reaction and deed.
And so on and on........ through out eternity.

Love

One does not have to learn to love innocence, as innocence, is Love's self expression, admiring It's own essence in reflection.

What Is It?

So, what is this "I Am", that we can all claim to be?
What is it feels, hears, taste, smells and sees?
What is it that is the witness of change, watching the body and it's surroundings grow old, but yet it's very essence appears to remain the same?
What is it that request a god, a beginning and end?
What is it that ask these very questions, investigates there probabilities and is the master of pretend?
What is it that chases it's own tail, back and into the future, yet it is stationed in one eternal moment and is both, the observer and the observed?
What is it that knows all languages and is the thinker of all words?
How can one tell?
What is it?
What is it?
Oh, what the hell.

Give It Up

Why is it that we allow others limited opinions to take us up and bring us down?
Is it of our own mental weakness, an insecurity that is not sound, not standing with a solid ground.
As others have no right to judge us, other then shear ignorance, not looking into there own mirror.
As judgement is a cop out, a weak imitation of fear.
"Why is this not clear, and year after year"?
Do away with judgement, relinquish our tears.
"Know this".