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© Jens Oehmichen |
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Sing me the song of love which I cannot hear. Touch my heart which I cannot feel. Be me that I can be you. |
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They keep themselves busy with yoga and meditation, live in a colorful, lazy world. They always looked glassy to me. Didn’t they anticipate their decay? Real work on consciousness brings cognition. Cognition is your reward. They laughed at me, laughed in my face. First they amused, then they suffered, then they died. I just worked. |
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Others have swords cast or pressed. My sword, I forge that myself. Out of the metal of the world and the fire of the snake I forge the sword of God. More than little, more than big - insurmountable. Faster than the lightning, slower than the snail - elusive. I overstep light and shadow, through worlds go I; embers in my eye. Anvil, anvil that I have to be. |
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My heart is the microscope under which I put you all. Here I see what you don’t want to see. My mind is this x-raying-eye seeing through you. There I see if the heart is in the right place. My will is this doing with which I compare everything. By that I realize the spirit that you stem from. |
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I have set the bounds myself. Paths which I can leave no more. Walls which I cannot climb over. I move in this unchangeableness, which has taken every liberty from me - and I am free. Free in prison, imprisoned in freedom. But safe, very safe. |
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I pray and I am. My quiet in me is imbued with the sound of my consciousness. A loneliness, my loneliness, no loneliness reaches this loneliness. It is myself. My reality is the world of my consciousness. Here live I taking effect; unrealities are not in my interest. I lived miseries, I lived temporality; now I am freed. And show you me the sadness, so I see merriness. Your world is part of my world. My world is part of my consciousness. My consciousness is a thought of Him. My God is my myness. |
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from Evolution |
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Great, you. Had wisdom, had world sight, saw the quantum sight unseen, kept it, built a kaleidoscope from it. Unforgettable your deed, which outyears the Earth. |
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See this glass of water. You don’t know how it tastes, for you are only air, living in a castle in the air. I can give it to you, this water of life you do not know. Take it and become part of the eternal ocean of consciousness. Christen yourself with my water and become real. |
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Pure stream of being, quiet might of consciousness, time of inevitableness. Consciousness flows, surmounts and flows on - not without turmoil, not without perceptibility. Thunder in the ear, bubbling in the face - I am witness; without conversion, it doesn’t go. |
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Winner and winner, never have you given up; God gave you blessing. You have spoken and have gone silent. Silence imbues you, eternity sheathes you. |
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Aye, aye, captain! You chameleon of the wilderness. Depending on where I stand, when I see, and how I go: You show me the facets of this eye of truth tarrying in everything, reigning over all that. You stranded core of truth, on which every materiality breaks, harmonizes here with the perspectives of the natural sight. My eye is your eye. You are in me and I in you. Nobody can understand or see that we go together. Your while in me, my while in you - eternal and unfading. |
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