To Christians – Poem-23 (My Life And Quest)
He will not compromise, will not accept
Half measures from you. Either he lives or you—
He will not compromise, will not accept
Half measures from you. Either he lives or you—
You just happen to be
Because X met Y;
For awhile you are free
To reason why,
And then you die—
So they say.
That consciousness am I, that Vast Expanse
Of pure serene, that One without a form—
Not even One but Am-ness undefined.
If there’s I there are others.
The ego-thought makes blind,
The ego-love smothers.
Why cling in vain to such a phantom self
Within the brief horizons of a dream?
An intuition of eternity?
Right—but whose? The dream’s?
What is, or what just seems?