Liminal Space: On the edge of Spiritual Awakening (Series In Progress)

Poetry Series 1

1.

“And then I heard the Blue God's flute....”

6/8/25

And then I heard the Blue God's flute….

The end of this soul's journey draws near

Signaled by the call of the flute

I must awaken

No more delusion

End of all hiding

End of identification with anything less than ALL

None less than everything

Nowhere separate

Nowhere more than ONE

Terrified, exhilarated

Ecstatic, reluctant

Joyous, ungrateful

Pouting, stubbornly refusing the call,

I may be tempted to turn away.

What delusion of man.

Alas!

Answering the call means the end of all suffering and eternal bliss and peace!

Ever new joy!

From the depth of infinity the potential for your very own soul did cry out!

Gasping, pleading, it asked the One if it could come forward

Come into existence

BE.

From the all came all the ones.

You amongst them

Did yourself yearn

To express yourself and exist as part of creation

And wander a time the dream land of delusion

Reveling in your separateness and that of all others

Wondering in the magical possibilities

Of the infinite from which we all came.

The flute rings.

Your time in this dream world draws near to a close.

Lifetimes, remembered and forgotten, passed away behind you now.

Withered, yet refined by years,

Lifetime building upon lifetime,

Aged with wisdom,

Finally, 80 years old, your soul has enjoyed what limited peace and happiness can be found dwelling in the dreamed separation and imperfection.

Alas, it is time to go back home

You the self-realized infinite finitude of divinity itself

At last plunging a renewed and deepened awareness of your own individual infinity

Back into the greater infinity from which it came.

Your prayer was answered

You got to live

A little

A lot

Such length of time unknown in the dream

Short yet long

Long yet not long enough

Nevertheless the flute has sung.

No longer will the world satisfy you.

Reluctantly admitting defeat,

crying that nothing but the totality

of Oneness itself

will satisfy your longing anymore.

Now you must make your final journey back home.

Plunging inward, you answer the call

Daily in the depths of meditation

With all powers of concentration and love

You reexpand your awareness

Ever greater sight

Ever greater light of the rising sun

Peaking through the morning window. Just over the horizon and the tallest mountain crests.

Sun beams hitting your forehead.

Beams of light hitting your eyelids.

Calling you to wake from your dream.

"It's time".

Divine Mother and Heavenly Father watch over their beloved children even now as they sleep.

Watching over their beloved children in bed, nurturing them, guiding them in their dreams, protecting them, leading them towards the encroaching dawn,

You, seeing the light, they await to awaken

Yearning desperately for your reunion in the day.

2.

"When I becomes i"

6/16/25

Me Me Me Me Me Me

Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine

I I I I I I

you

Me

they

them

yours

Mine

theirs

god's

Mine

I want I desire I think I need

I don't have I lack

you have what I want

they have what I want

I don't have what I want

How dare all these separate entities have what has been denied to Me! It should be Mine!

I think only of Me and Mine,

My small world.

The center of the universe, I believe Myself God.

Fool am i, for the I is nothing more than a delusion.

I can do this! By My power I can realize My desires! I will be happy!

I want a mansion!

I need to get tons of money! Money will bring security and happiness, and then I will enjoy my safety and happiness in my mansion!

Crazed, working myself to death decade after decade, I amass some money.

Stock market downturn.

Where has all the effort of my life's work gone?!

In one day, all hopes for fulfillment of my desires

Dashed in one glorious blaze of plummet

Decades of work flushed down the drain.

Exhausted, out of time, weary of mind health and body,

90 years old, the mansion never came to be.

I will have the perfect relationship!

Narcissist after narcissist attracted,

Married,

Deluded for a time,

9 of swords,

Nightmare of despair,

They all ended in divorce.

I will have worldly power!

I'll go to law school

I'll become a senator

After a few terms and non stop ass kissing

Finally may I run for president!

Winning, my ego

Strutting in its grandeur and glory

Thinks itself so big

The President of the United States!

The Ego believes itself God.

All powerful and amazing mighty leader of the "free" world!

Little does your unaware ego know

Two months from now an asteroid will destroy the Earth.

What God are you, ego, that neither sees the Asteroid approaching

What omniscience is this?,

Nor has the power

Oh so powerful President

To halt that which unerringly will destroy your whole existence? Gone in a blaze of cosmic rock collision!

How big is your ego now, compared to that rock, which with one collision with another rock,

Neither being Your domain to rule,

Has killed the all powerful

President of the United States?

How many more misadventures of misguided pleasure seeking must this soul undergo,

Lifetime after painstaking, humiliating lifetime,

Thwarted at every turn in one way or another,

Never quite fully satisfied,

Sometimes able to materialize the desire,

To make the dream reality,

Sometimes unable to do so,

Sometimes successful in doing so,

And in either case,

Never quite fully happy,

Never quite fully satisfied,

Never enough, worldly fulfillments don't fully scratch that insatiable itch,

Always yearning for something just a little bit more,

And never so powerful as You believe yourself,

At times thwarted so cruelly in My endeavors,

No matter how how hard I work to achieve!

If I can't even make myself happy,

nor ensure I get what I want,

What God, then, am i

that parades around in this form of "I"?

Do "I" even exist?

Shall i one day remember that my true nature is that of my soul, the infinite spark of God in individual form, which has been that of my own consciousness for time immemorial?

How long will this perspective persist that I have any power at all?

How long will I believe Me and my brothers to be separate?

How long will I strive only to think of Me and Mine,

And pursue only My gratification,

The needs of others be damned,

It's a dog eat dog world after all.

When at last shall i realize the God in me and see that same God in all others?

Then truly will i be able to say that i love my neighbor as myself

And only then will the delusion of this I, this ego, finally surrender itself into the waters of the sea from whence it came.

Now there is only God.

That which appears as other is no other than He.

In all others i see Him

and knowing myself as one with him

Everywhere He is i am too.

In all others i see me.

The greatest joy lies in service to the true self

The one reality beyond all duality

God himself,

In all things,

Visible and invisible

Appearing divisible

Divisible never.

Joy lies in giving and doing for others, and for God

not for I.

For in serving others,

Who i now know are He and me

in appearingly separate forms,

i am serving myself.

Brought about by my selfless generosity,

i am giving to myself in others,

And thereby all the greater will be my happiness in sharing in their received happiness with them.

At last i set down the perilous weighty thought

of only I Me Mine.

My desires My thoughts My wishes.

Having fled from my awareness,

Seeing myself as greater than the illusion of this small unconnected self,

i realize that my greatest joy comes from service to others, who are me.

At last my suffering will end.

No more will i perceive lack.

No longer shall i need to strive,

Ever seeking to fulfill that one last desire,

The one that will finally make me happy.

Right???

Defeat having brought wisdom, at last i surrender.

Not i but He holds all the power.

All things

All fulfillments

All powers

Are of Him

And are His to give.

He alone,

The true God,

Single handedly thwarted

Relentless efforts of I Me and Mine

Ages upon ages,

Ruthlessly denying that everlasting happiness

I know in my soul to be My birthright!

Were it not so, I would not strive to be happy at all!

How do i know this?

What even is a soul?

Since when do I think of the soul at all?

Seeking, in its own time, brings answers.

Later shall I who has become i be able to say:

Fulfillment lies naught but in Him.

Never was it to be found in this world.

Perilous desire barrages my fortress of peace no more.

No longer shall the poisons of envy nor jealousy

Enter my house unbidden

To steal my peace and harmony.

For what others have, i have in them who are me,

What we all have in He.

In He alone

All that there is

Is to be found.

Glorious day of final true soul liberation!

I await thy arrival,

desperately seeking the truth

that I might become i

and that I become Thee.

Then and only then will this anguish

Of unending desire and longing

Of countless pains and humiliations of impotence

Finaly be absolved into the peace and bliss of the all-holding divine.

Blessed God that has guided us for ages, Unknown by us,

Towards this final eternal blissful release!

Where finally all anguish of I ends.

At last will i rest.

All sorrows of illusory Me and Mine

forever dissolved in truth

Into only awareness of He and His.

Blessed He,

i want only Thee!!!!!!

Poetry series 2

"Out-of-Time Reckonings"

2.

"Drama of Epochs; Revolving Dualities"

9/19/25

When the divine feminine fell from grace,

the divine masculine took its place.

Intuition born of waters deep and still,

Obliterated on burning rocks of power and thrill.

Nevermore the knower knowing the known.

Ever still reason and evidence are the throne,

on which knowledge is expected to be sown.

When, what glorious day,

will we remember a true balance of yin and yang?

Truth beyond all duality

beckons to the seeker.

1. "The Priestess Grieves"

   7/16/25

3. "Duality Awakens."

   9/24/25.

   As good comes, bad goes.

   As bad goes, good comes.

   As bad comes, good goes.

   As good goes, bad comes.

   Oh, what maddening cycles of duality!

   Such impermanence of endless ups

   and endless downs

   Oscillating cycles

   Of suffering and pleasure!

   The absurdity of putting our faith

   and our stock

   In this world

   A world of dualities

   Where all must,

   At some point,

   go,

   and forever,

   nothing can stay.

   What an absurd place to search

   for eternal bliss?!
   

   To search for that which we all secretly

   Deep, deep down,

   Aspire to

   Yearn for

   Cry for

   Suffer for

   Hurt for

   Strive for.

   Fools are we who search for these things

   In our dual world of impermanence.

   Our pleasures will go and change into suffering.

   Our sufferings will eventually subside for new sunrises of joy and prosperity.

   Only to fall or rise again

   and again and again and again,

   Into their dreadful,

   or wonderful,

   opposite.

   What permanence actually exists?

   Have you known any

   That death cannot take away?

   Remember I,

   Very little of such permanent delights,

   And of those,

   None have come from the world.

   If even of these, you,

   None of these

   Have yet known,

   Await and listen,

   As inside,

   We know somewhere,

   Deep, deep down,

   That just as we strive,

   For eternal and perfect happiness,

   And for bliss,

   Somewhere,

   In some deep recess or corner of existence,

   We sense that such things

   somewhere,

   Really do exist.

   Oh but how to find it!?

   Long journeys ensue

   Of searching for truth.

   Growing.

   Humbling.

   Crumbling.

   Emerging anew.

   Cycles of growth and transformation.

   Ever-new yous.

   The ever present,

   Immortal soul,

   At last reveals

   Its beautiful face

   To our awareness.

   That at least,

   The soul

   And its unceasing cycles

   Of confrontation,

   And transcendence,

   Can be assured,

   To never end.

   Closer we come,

   To the place where we might one day find

   The Source

   Of all that which we have been yearning for.

   Late in the day,

   The soul lights the way.

   Follow it,

   with all your might,

   That it one day,

   Might lead you,

   Where for ages unto eternity,

   You have longed to go.

   Someone is calling you home.

Poetry Series 3.

"Flashes of Superconsciousness".

1. "Zephyr of Transcendence". 9/28/25.

A spider web

Strung between the branches

Of two distant trees

Bows in the wind

And shimmers in the sunlight.

4. "I wait to wander". 10/13/25.

I want to float

On the ocean

Of endless,

Eternal spirit.

I want to dance

With God's hand in mine

Through the creation mirrors

Of the universe itself.

In the floating

And in the dance

I shall behold

Reflected at me

In dazzling, multitudinous lights,

The reflection of that One spirit itself.

The One spirit

That is the Source

And the Creator

Of All that We are.

Of All that has ever been.

Of All that will ever be

For ages unto ages,

Eternities unto ever more eternities.

Floating

in joyous, harmonized wonder,

In the sea of endless spirit,

I shall be free.

Nothing can encumber me any longer.

No woes or travails

Shall assault

My unending

Unshakeable

Permanent

Ultimate

Infinite

Bliss.

Floating

In joyous, harmonized wonder,

In the sea of endless spirit itself,

At last is,

The final goal of life.

I want to float on the ocean of spirit.

5. "I Want to Float on the Ocean of Spirit". 10/30/25.

2. "I saw Myself in a bug". 11/4/25.

I saw Myself in a bug

Scampering, fleeing,

Wishing to be unseen.

Desiring Self-preservation

And avoidance of pain.

So entirely accepting

Of its Reality as it was

Striving for Existence

And fulfillment of Life.

A wondrous Joy

Overcame me then.

A Love so simple, small, and pure.

And in that scampering bug

I saw Myself

Scampering

Fleeing

Wishing to be unseen.

Desiring Self-preservation

And avoidance of pain.

Striving for Existence

And for fulfillment of Life.

A wondrous Joy

Overcame me then.

A Love so simple, small, and pure.

That of ever constant Being

Of Existence

And of Consciousness itself.

The unity of the True Self

United in All things.

A Love so simple,

A Joy so Self-evident,

Inherent to the very nature of Existence!

Self-evident, yet buried

Under false identifications of separation.

Yet that same Consciousness,

On a greater or lesser level,

Animated the frightful flight of that bug,

And animated my observation

Of its frightful flight

Away from termination

In which I within the bug

Saw Myself scampering,

With drive and determination,

Away from termination.

I saw Myself

scampering

Across the tiles

Of a shared Life,

One within Us All.

A wondrous Joy overcame me

The day

I saw Myself in a bug.