Old patterns lose their grip as I am no longer party to their charade. I recognize the wholeness of being, undivided, indivisible. I recognize the abundance of the Self That appears as the sunshine As the smile of a child, as the song of the birds As the reflection of the sun onto the surface of the pond As the breath. I remain as I am In and as the recognition of the unborn That I AM Aware presence I no longer travel down the rabbit hole Of me and you Bad me, good me Bad you, good you Poor me, happy me Better me, worst me Me and you Mind stuff That no longer interest me No longer fascinate me As I recognize you as myself Recognition of everything and everyone As myself I am only interested in the Self The recognition of I AM Indivisible All embracing Self So obvious When I have the eyes to see No separation So it is.
Old patterns lose their grip as I am no longer party to their charade. I recognize the wholeness of being, undivided, indivisible. I recognize the abundance of the Self That appears as the sunshine As the smile of a child, as the song of the birds As the reflection of the sun onto the surface of the pond As the breath. I remain as I am In and as the recognition of the unborn That I AM Aware presence I no longer travel down the rabbit hole Of me and you Bad me, good me Bad you, good you Poor me, happy me Better me, worst me Me and you Mind stuff That no longer interest me No longer fascinate me As I recognize you as myself Recognition of everything and everyone As myself I am only interested in the Self The recognition of I AM Indivisible All embracing Self So obvious When I have the eyes to see No separation So it is.