Transparency

The lotus has no centre anymore. All stands opened and revealed. The light has entered higher realms, but still the shell remains. What was hidden is now unveiled. So all can turn their gaze  to see what was once unseen. All stands opened and revealed. There are no secrets anymore.

Integration

We gaze down and behold the burning battleground. We gaze up and enter into the fight to control the personality by the soul. Our gaze turns and eventually everything  that is separate returns. We gaze out and in as all.

Connection

Love, compassion and wisdom are flowers on the same tree, but all must open together to set the human heart free.

Dreaming

Imagine dreaming a dream that's forever.  A dream that dreams the dreamer awake. Imagine dreaming the dream of beginnings, and becoming the thread that is lost out in space. Imagining the thoughts of the dreamer, constructing the flow that can anchor and bind. Imagine the dreams of the dreamer as they are forming the structures of time. Imagine moulding all thoughts into substance, and confining them inside life's thread. Imagine thinking the thoughts of the thinker, as he remembers the dreamer that dreams. The  dreams that must be thought into action,  of the thinker that must finally be, are the dreams that will lift and inspire us to become the creators of all that we see

Love.

Love has no boundaries as it is expansion. Love unites all divisions that exist within itself. Love is the totality of the parts that make the whole. Love motivates existence and permeates all life. Love is the synthesis experienced within separation. Love is the completion of our purpose and being. Love is the light of wisdom impelled by action. Love and wisdom are the beginning and will remain forever at the end.

Creation

The fire has now begun burning in the circle that captured the flame. The spiralling dance of creation, within the wheel that keeps spinning and spinning again. The water that flows ever onwards, meets the fire and a new form becomes. The circle, the fire and the water, keep  moving and moving around. The watchers look out from the shadows. They watch as the circle ignites. They wait for the dreamer who's dreaming, to get lost in the dream of the song. But the song that the dreamer is singing, is the dance that has not yet begun. The watchers sit thinking and spinning, the thought that is dual and yet one. The singer, the dreamer, the dancer. The patterns of shadow and night. The fire and the water are merging, and bending and blending the light. The watchers stand watching and waiting. They watch the circle unwind. The dreamer whose dreams they are dreaming, and  the dancer revolving in time. The fire and the water are raging, as the singer starts singing his song. The deafening, screaming vibration, that keeps turning and turning around. The song that sung in creation, becomes lost in the thunderous sound. The fire and the water are spinning, and spinning and spinning around.