The Amazing Sutra of One Thought
I see that I am just One Thought.
God’s image – the very core
at the center of the center;
nothing spinning off into endless supposition.
Nothing branching, leafing or imagining.
No platforms of consciousness, realms,
no parallel dimensions, no other existing,
no stasis, no fleeting.
No conditioned realities, no division of reality.
No conditioned creation – therefore create,
no multiplication, no duplication or variation,
therefor understand all differences
and enjoy.
Not these words, no yesterday, no tomorrow,
no today.
No being, no nonbeing.
Not two,
nothing excluded, nothing separate,
just this singularity – absolutely
empty of condition.
One seed thought – just one.
Be like a black bird that shines
in a dark featureless night,
knowing you are
all that is, was and ever can be.
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Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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