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Self
“I”, at last have reached my goal
And solved the mystery of my Soul
I’ am “That” to which I prayed
“That” to which I looked for aid
I’ am “That” which I did seek
I’ am my own mountains peak
I upon creation look….
As a page from my own book
For the “I”, the “ONE” that many make
Of substance which from “ME” I take
For all is “ME”, there is not two
Creation is “MYSELF”….all through
What “I” grant unto “MYSELF”
“I” take down from my own shelf
And give to “ME”…The only one
For I’ am the “Father” …and the “Son”
And where “I” want, “I” do see…
My own wishes come forth in “ME”
For I’ am the “Knower” and the “Known”
Ruler, subject, and the throne
There is “ONE” is what I’ am
And hell, itself, is but a dam
Which “I” did put in my own stream
When in a nightmare, “I” did dream
That “I” was not the only “ONE”
And thus by “ME” was pain begun
Which ran its course till “I” awoke
And found that “I” with “ME” did joke
So now that “I” do stand awake
“I” my throne do wisely take
And rule my kingdom which is “ME”
A Master through Eternity
______________________________By Michael Bove’
Comments
Sparrow
Sun, 2016-02-28 19:06
Michael
A goodly write, though I am so glad you awoke.
There in reality goes the spirit of man.
In that reality is a perfect mirror.
This mirror will show the real you.
There is only the truth no matter what.
In your own soul you can only see reality.
Yours as always Ian.T
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