A Forgotten Contemplation

A forgotten contemplation

a Prayer For God,

after a too hot bath

and too much wine.

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I am one life of billions and billions of lives that live(d) and die(d).

How small, how insignificant I am!

No one in history has not died.

No one in present or future will not die.

We are fragile, impermanent

and we fade like a flower past its shining moment.

But that shining moment,

What a miracle!

The realization of ephemerality

makes me feel meaningless,

yet invincible,

for the Life Force that animates me

is the Life Force that animates all life

Through All Time.

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I am that Eternal Life Force.

But the illusion of self

can make me forget.

What a prison,

yet a liberation

in a name,

in an identity

in an illusion of separateness

in an illusion of self.

May I cast this off at will and see,

There is No Death or Birth!

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For what purpose are we?

Is human identity and selfness,

is form in its myriad manifestations,

God’s way of experiencing through us,

Not Knowing?

How else may She experience

Discovery, Wonder and Mystery?

How else may She see herself,

Experience Herself,

if she is All,

save for an illusion of separation in Her Creations.

Then Life is Her Game,

Her Way to Pretend, Love, Play, Feel, Heal, Deal, See, Be . . .


Then She Creates for the same reason i do!

And even that Creation belongs to Her,

for it is my Maker that makes through me.

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May I be blessed with Eyes That See

That She May See Herself Through Me.

Is this what Rumi meant by

polishing the mirror?