First you notice the oppression of the state
And its partner, the man-made God;
Then you see the oppression of lovers, friends and family;
Finally you see the oppression of the self;
The crushing censorship of the conscious mind,
Denying the all-encompassing vitality of the Great Unconscious;
The attachment to opinions that makes others your enemy,
And you know that given the space and freedom to express itself,
This being that you once called your self,
Would be nothing less than the Universal dance of Love,
The Anarchy of the true God,
Conversely, when it all goes wrong,
The mirror tells you,
First to blame others,
Then to blame the world,
And finally to blame yourself,
Until you realise,
That no one is to blame
For the nature of existence.
What began as the state of the Universe,
Is manifest as a state of mind,
Until it recognises once again,
Its own birth and the fact that it was never born.
On the cliff edge,
I have a sense that if I jump,
I will be pulled up by the sky,
And if I do not jump,
I will be pulled down by the earth.
Reaching out to pick a bilberry,
I know I will fall,
But the sweetness fills my entire being,
And sustains me in rapture,
As my other self walks away from the cliff in fear.
And then we merge,
And I know that from now on,
It will not be fear that makes me step back,
But the lingering sweetness of a berry that all have tasted.