I am a tramp, young man
But do hear me out
I am one and One, it's clear
Of which there are no doubts
Simple really, it is too
As a matter of fact
Without me and mine, just
While biting on your mac ...
Which though is hard to see
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One goes out and away
To all we visualise !
Hard ? Not really, I must say
Though I want you to know
I'm certain high, same crucified
With want and limp at low
And am as confused, as clear
Why we each would not
Love ourselves and help others
With just what we have got ...
Which though is hard to do
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One is locked to own
These attitudes we justify !
We experience, judge or value
From unclear depths, subconscious
Emote or think through, outside - in
But not the ' seer ' within us
The choice is ours, and empathy
For rock to flowing river
Tree vital, worm, or I be
Animal, mammal or man, the giver ...
Which though is hard to be
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One is the body now
All me and mine inside !
Each being, creature and particle
Empowered to form of existence
With qualities live and dormant
Senses, drives, felt connections
But the life of it is another quite
Pure consciousness its constituent
Within this violet light unknowing
The uncoloured knowing presence ...
Which though is sure hard to see
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One is blind of source
Organs projecting world wide !
Ego sheer, I cosmic
The Being First aware
Witness immanent and within
Free, universal, unmanifest
Watching what it is and how, as
Infinite, of which units tumble out
And this witness in intellect squat
Pervading you and I, and all about
Covered now but with finitude
Qualities diverse, impressions laden to nude
Zillion effects interconnected, relating fine or crude ...
Which though is hard to figure
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One is veiled thick
Mind small, lost and mesmerised !
Our finiteness is etched deep
Separate body - mind entity
Alone, with survival threats
Solitary, in existential dreads
Impacted outside - in, processes rolling
Wide world, mundane objects, beings
Pain, pleasure, emotions in between
Hung present, experiences imagined
Push, pull, mish - mash unexamined
Needs ageing, celebrations transient
Lost, unclear, biting unheard confessions
Gaming on, alive to lifeless possessions
Building over touch and go professions
Estranged loves, convenient relations
Commited to meaningless purposes
Carrying the show, to quiet curses
Enthused but on depressed urges ...
Which tiring life is daily real
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One is shrunk to one
Deluded, lonely, traumatised.
All Mister, Missus and Mademoiselle !
We could be happy, adequate and complete
Survive without being the survivalist
Possess without owning, clear the make - believe
Of immortality through progeny
Money power and godly profits
Angelic house, friends and family
Sticking life, its meanings and our fiefs
Of me and mine, narrow, coiled up and deep ...
Which truth is dead, but real
Of our habits internalised
' I ' lit by One rests on it
Dreams imagined, capitalised !
* * * * * * * *
The One, deep blue, wrote on the rocks
That ' I ' accommodate fate and time's shocks
With much to choose yet, do, plod on
Rumbling futures, past surreal, gone
It's nothing, all this now, dear
Just forms, outside - in here
Just forms - causal, subtle and gross
What, from where, why, I know not
But that I know, am, infusing life
One, the same all, multiple guise
Waning and waxing, apparent
Big or small, light and dense
Go and come, rise or set
On heart, mind and intellect
And I at peace watch my ghosts act
In this river wondrous, of existence
As, between the two banks
Of matter and consciousness ...
Big or small, light and dense
Go and come, rise or set
On heart, mind and intellect
And I at peace watch my ghosts act
In this river wondrous, of existence
As, between the two banks
Of matter and consciousness ...
But they all tire and come back to me
In my embrace, to my peace
While you still think of and continue to see
The apparitions in the jamboree !
