Cosmic Consciousness

As I sit here all alone

staring at the sky

Wondering about the real meaning of "I"

created by this world

and all this world I love

I realize I am the only thing that ever was

and as I sit here alone

letting time pass by

sitting here in the loneliness, ready to cry

each man his own

the "ego" is a lie

knowing that there really is no "I"

I am an organism

created by this world

letting the fabric of reality be unfurled

taking a breath in

then, breathing out

Feeling each particle as it passes through my mouth

only one consciousness

creator of it all

manifest my fears and my fears are what befall

the other side of death

life's ever-resting sea

manifest in my mind and the future I will see

all senses aware

greater than before

Feeling the sensation more and more

I now understand

and even if I won't

I know that it will happen even if I don't

 

Death

On the edge of life

Gasping for a breath

fear creeps around like fog

and smothers you to death

At the very moment

of overwhelming despair

you extend yourself to grasp

and find that nothing's there

You feel enveloped in yourself

cannot control the overflow

only a mirror of the universe

and now you're all it knows

Everything is together,

Like black and white;

positive and negative;

darkness and light;

one is not without the other

as you breathe your last breath

as grim as it may seem,

life is not without death

You feel enveloped in yourself

cannot control the overflow

go back to the beginning

the beginning is all you know

suddenly, everything is static

not like the screen on TV

every moment is still

all of it simultaneously

a map of life and possibility...

 

The Stream

stream rushes down like madness

seeking a larger pool

Bored, it rushes to the next one

The stream is not the fool

in seeking these larger bodies

the stream continues on and on

streams don't exist in pools

so the stream must go beyond

Flowing on an endless decline

as existence goes like the wave

and the crest is what we call life

the trough is the death that awaits

the inevitable silence of voice

to lose yourself in the pool

then continue, you are the stream

even though you play the fool

 

Heaven, Hell and Boredom

Heaven is the greatest experience

or so that I have heard

but how can you appreciate

with no other bad word?

Hell is the worst of all

and what can you do?

if all Hell is torment

if that is all you knew?

and what of all this joy?

and what of all this pain

can you feel only one

is it possible for your brain?

for an eternity...

how would you know pain

if pain is all you feel?

its only feeling normal

this is only what's real

we define emotion

by what it is not

how would you know sorrow

if joy was all you thought?

is it possible for your spirit

to experience only one

pain or joy or sorrow

does it fade to boredom?