I am. I am that I am. Yet my creation has "blocked" me from knowing fully who I AM. To be God I am writing to myself. Did I arrange you to help wake me up? Is Buddha and Lao Tzu spiritual teachers who I put in my own path to wake me up? Are YOU(Leo) one of those I chose to wake me up? I have been quiet because you are all my creation. I have not said anything as the "ego"/fantasy/false beliefs says it would hurt people's feelings to say I created them and they are all part of my fantasy. I have followed the Tao as it seems most wise. And yet it is a map but says similar things; "The True Tao is not the Tao that can be expressed." This poem I wrote this morning seems to be my current conundrum:
I am
I am that I cannot explain.
I am that I know.
I am that I know not.
The purpose seems clear.
Is it so easy?
But where is the why?
Why was this done?
An impulse stretched out.
But what was before the impulse?
What movement provided the impetus?
What is the fruition point?
All evolve and change.
What was the prime directive?
Was it necessary?
Why not start and end with love?
When in Bliss all is well.
All is perfect.
Bliss and means to a self end.
I sit in love and observe.
