BECOMING GOD -- AGAIN

A newborn baby simply ..... is.
And that right there is a full-time occupation.
The babe does not bother to think it is
Or speculate on what it means to be;
It simply is,
God-like.
No wonder we gaze into a baby's eyes
And see potential unlimited.

The instant God contemplates its Is-ness,
It lowers its frequency from pure thought into electrums of light and matter
And no-thing becomes some-thing.


I began life as no-thing,
Then worked really hard to become some-thing,
And now find myself being drawn back toward no-thing.
Fewer thoughts,
Less thinking,
Less matter-ing,
Discovering the blissful Ah-ness of "Is-ness",
Empty-full.

Like a red rose absorbs all the colours of the spectrum except red
And reflects that redness back to us,
So we as human beings absorb what we will,
And reflect back onto others what we choose not to absorb.

And we see the reflections off others and the world around us
Through coloured spectacles of our own making,
Seeing them in shapes and hues that are selectively ours.
We do not see what-is;
We see only fuzzy deflections, further filtered by the way we choose to see them,
Not as they fully are.

Our godness absorbs everything
And reflects nothing;
It discards the coloured spectacles
And sees nothing;
For god is
No-thing.

In our ego/humanity
We carry glasses and mirrors for protection,
To see and be seen,
Because we are afraid
To be no-thing.
But that is what we came from,
What we are at our deepest core,
And to what we will return.
What is there to fear?

While we remain human
And subject to fear,
The antidote to being frightened
Is Trust.
Try letting What-Is become preferable to what-isn't,
And becoming as transparent to that as you can.

Without resistance,
Things don't hurt any more.