Chuck Surface
“I have found,” I said,
“That only those with an ember,
Already alight within, will light up,
To their own astonishment… and yours.”
“For there are neither words to express,
Nor ears to ‘hear’ of this Beauty,
This Fullness, Completion, and Bliss.”
Are hearing only words, and imagining concepts.
But no spark of recognition from their Hearts,
No welling up of This Ancient Flame.”
“That only those with an ember,
Already alight within, will light up,
To their own astonishment… and yours.”
Often the last friend you would expect,
Often the least ‘spiritual’,
And ask, in Wonder, “What is this?!”
Is a mystery beyond reckoning.
As is the Bliss of our Own Aliveness.
We're all Idiots in this Play.
- Alone in This Fullness
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- “I have found,” I said,
- “That only those with an ember,
- Already alight within, will light up,
- To their own astonishment… and yours.”
“I feel alone in This,” my friend said,
“For there are neither words to express,
Nor ears to ‘hear’ of this Beauty,
This Fullness, Completion, and Bliss.”
“Even those closest to me, knowing me best,
Are hearing only words, and imagining concepts.
But no spark of recognition from their Hearts,
No welling up of This Ancient Flame.”
“I have found,” I said,
“That only those with an ember,
Already alight within, will light up,
To their own astonishment… and yours.”
You cannot choose who will turn to you,
Often the last friend you would expect,
Often the least ‘spiritual’,
And ask, in Wonder, “What is this?!”
Why some Illumine, and others don't,
Is a mystery beyond reckoning.
As is the Bliss of our Own Aliveness.
We're all Idiots in this Play.
And therein lays our Wisdom.
www.chucksurface.com
Unless you are already pregnant.
How will you know?
The baby will kick.
PS
from Chuck