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Presence, (a poem).

Presence is perfect,
like a circle

P1

No beginning ~ No end!

simply Present,
does not perceive itself

P2

Awareness is finite ~ like a line
being finite it perceives the Presence
of infinity at its boundaries

we call this Awe

P3

Presence radiates
possibilities
in all directions

P4

and dimensions too!

P5

one possibility is two universes

An outer universe of planets, people and things
and an inner universe of thought and fantasy

P6

The two universes seem to travel in time and space
toward the infinite void
from which they arose

P7
We call these universes
our outer world and our inner awareness
forgetting they are one and the same.

P8

We say where these meet
is who we are, but who we are
precipitates these illusions!

P2

A past and future
become our life
and we forget to experience

Presence

And your life is no longer just a possibility
via the perception of Awareness

P4

You forget time is relative
and your true home is elsewhere

P3

so troubles begin
as you struggle to accumulate and plan
in order to escape a death
that was never truly yours
to endure

Where has Presence gone
in your nightmare?

P1

Presence :
a slight breeze? gentle sun?
storm clouds and rain?
No, like a hurricane it has no centre
yet it moves.

“If only it were so simple,” you say
from the inner universe of your mind
to the outer universe of your world

but I cannot reply
because I am not there.

Presence

Stephen Bray asserts the moral right as the author of this work
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