…From the density of the human mind in time
The world is not a beautiful or pleasurable place
Though instants of eternity can be revealed through grace
Heaven is accessible, but only out-of-time
Standing in the ever present love of the divine
Hell is what I see when I’m determined that I’m here
On a time line, going to be dead, but ‘not yet there’
Watching suffering grow upon the simple hearted brow
Of the brothers I adore and wish that I could show..
..All of my experiences that you don’t have to be
Living in the painful supposition of a dream
But that you can waken, not through dark conspiracies;
Fearful ideas that still tell you you’re not free..
..That you’re being controlled by something else that is ‘out there’
Separate from the mind that you believe you cannot share
That’s another part of nothing, not to be indulged
In the precious, perfect mind that you can know and love
The world is not a real place, although it seems to be
It’s a painful joke constructed by the hurt in me
My insane decision not to know the truth I am
To separate myself from that which pours love into suffering ‘man’
Beauty comes and goes in a world that’s built on time
Destruction is the certainty to which all form runs blind
But beauty is the ever-changing, never-changing whole
That is your mind in singularity, your Self, your soul
Time is an illusion so if I believe I’ll be
Sometime or another cast within my coffin’s sleep
Waiting for the fire that makes no more my body lie
Wretched, stinking, fetid, as it rots now that it’s died
There’s no separation, so there’s no reality
..To the thought of time that wends on, hurting, wearily
If I think that I can die, then certain — dead I am
As I assert my right to ‘live’ within this separate, suffering, dram
I’ll be standing there, watching the mourners talk of me
I’ll be separate then, if I am separate now within a dream
The dream of death continues, no escape is to be found
Through to life, eternity, at God’s illumined hand
I’ll be here in space and time until I choose to see
That waking to the fruits of life to taste their energy
Can only be achieved by a surrender here in time
A throwing up of hands, a diving into seas divine
An open hearted “Help!” that suffers not the fear or woe
Of myriad circumspections that within their concepts grow
In my crucial moment I was standing at the sea
Contemplating fear that all around me seemed to breathe
“If this is life, then it is not a life that I can lead”
I declared, and still declare, as I decide to be..
..What lies past the troubled foaming broth of human life in time:
I excavate eternity from density of mind
Holly Rose Thomas 