On Being

Where is the blissThe ecstasy of beingI once knew as a childNow long forgotten

When discipline took over andLearning cast its spellMemory erased the knowledgeThat life is living NOW

In the endless search for homeI wandered blindly through the mireChasing many rainbows of desire

Quite by accident it happenedThe final signpost appeared before meNow or never it said life or deathAnd not one to run from challengeI rushed past and discovered I wasnt dead

It wasnt the end of the roadBut it was a beginningAnd my footsteps since wherever they fellWere following a well lit path

Six years later little progress seemed apparentTime for a new direction it was clearThe Doctor stood before meHe seemed like God HimselfI was so helpless then

My childlike ears were openedThe blindness fell from my eyesThe eyes and ears of a childWere restored to me once again

It took another six yearsOf disciplined concentration andLong hours of research intoLooking at the mind

I studied all the books of lettersSymbols for human knowledgeMemorials for the glorious deadMost of whom never rediscovered bliss

Then a simple thing occurredIt happens every dayI had a baby childWho stirred up old forgotten memories of mothers milkThe warm security of infancy

My conflicts all resolvedThis is the end I thoughtMy life pattern had emergedIt passed before my eyes likeJust a second

The bliss was always thereIt was but forgottenMuch of the time overcloudedWith despair and anxiety

This is the end Im ready to dieBut I didnt dieI didnt even lose my mindAnd I thought that might happen

But they were only thoughtsLife is an ongoing thing andMemory began to returnMemories of past lives beganTo flood my consciousnessMemories of things Id neverRead in books or heard spoken aboutMemories of being before humankind appearedBefore the earth was formedOr the sun became hot

It seemed a kind of madnessIn our Western kind of knowingLimited as we are to one lifeOf learning

But the memories kept on comingFlooding me with awareness of new possibilitiesOf pushing back the frontiers of knowledgeTo new horizons and suddenlyThe horizons disappeared and omniscience prevailed

Responsibility irked meShould one try to explain with wordsOr how else to communicate

Then another frontier was being pushed backTelepathy was the wish-fulfilling gemGreat minds ARE alikeThey share the same frontiers of knowledgeThere is no necessity to put all knowledgeIn books with words or other symbolsAs we have need of it new knowledge isRelayed as if by telepathy

If peace is to come to mankind it must beBy heightened awareness of each individuals potentialityFor personal peace of mind Not by actionWill peace come but by non-actionBy a communication of compassionate and unselfish interestIn our fellowman will peace come This is an outgrowthOf personal self-knowledge

The starting point of all searching for answersIs ones own selfTo conquer ones self is to conquer the worldThere is no other world to conquerBy this conquest of self by knowledgeEven death is conquered

copy Copyright - Sky Dragon August 1979