"And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." (Nietzsche)
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"I am the first and last.
I am the whore and holy one.
I am lust outwardly,
yet within me is control.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I alone exist
and have no one to judge me."
The Burning Cross to Heaven.
(Divine Solipsist of an Omniscient God)
(Divine Solipsist of an Omniscient God)
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I thought, my God,
that on one fine day
I would realize Thee.
To my great surprise
on that wintry night,
'twas You who realized me!
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And if all Knowing
belongs alone to God,
One omniscient Being,
then in whose mind
am I currently aware,
if it be God's Willing?
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I know nothing!... my words are mist; God's Word alone exists;
in this unknowing, I am Known again, by the Sun-like Solipsist.
"Word" of words; one Page of Light, making all words knowable,
without Your space upon which I write, ideas are but invisible.
I feel I'm quite dead, yet also born again, for death is God also;
and by death's wish, as with life's will, one Ocean ebbs and flows.
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God moves to Know God;
so Heaven heaves its
reflective consciousness.
Cloud of fiery Spirit,
light of bright Soul,
scintillating breathes.
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God's Will of the Word
is a weak force unheard,
eternal and universal.
My own will is stronger
at the personal level,
but only for awhile.
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Thus I put to the test
meditation's emptiness,
in this abyss of nowness.
Ceasing all my willing,
sacrificing self-knowing;
who moves me to exist?
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The meek see the Word,
its gravity uplifts them,
restoring the Kingdom.
God's weak Will be done,
lifting my Spirit, on the
burning Cross to Heaven.
*
And if all Knowing
belongs alone to God,
One omniscient Being,
then in whose mind
am I currently aware,
if it be God's Willing?
~
I know nothing!... my words are mist; God's Word alone exists;
in this unknowing, I am Known again, by the Sun-like Solipsist.
"Word" of words; one Page of Light, making all words knowable,
without Your space upon which I write, ideas are but invisible.
I feel I'm quite dead, yet also born again, for death is God also;
and by death's wish, as with life's will, one Ocean ebbs and flows.
~
God moves to Know God;
so Heaven heaves its
reflective consciousness.
Cloud of fiery Spirit,
light of bright Soul,
scintillating breathes.
~
God's Will of the Word
is a weak force unheard,
eternal and universal.
My own will is stronger
at the personal level,
but only for awhile.
~
Thus I put to the test
meditation's emptiness,
in this abyss of nowness.
Ceasing all my willing,
sacrificing self-knowing;
who moves me to exist?
~
The meek see the Word,
its gravity uplifts them,
restoring the Kingdom.
God's weak Will be done,
lifting my Spirit, on the
burning Cross to Heaven.
*
The Cloud Mandorla of the Trinity.
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"No one can think of God.
Therefore it is my wish to leave
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"No one can think of God.
Therefore it is my wish to leave
everything that I can think of
and choose for my love
the thing that I cannot think."
(from, The Cloud of Unknowing, 14th century)
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