My ego woke me up at five o’clock in the morning, fearful that everything I have done–my music, my writing–will perish.
When the person that was me dies,
everything will die with it.
That is probable.
But the questions that I sought the answers to have been answered.
I am not within time.
I am not captive within the confines of space.
I am space.
The limitations of the mind’s clock
will no longer be.
Yes, how like sleep my life was lived.
But I awakened before death.
No longer trapped.
I lived out my individual script
and played my part until I broke free from the conditioning.
I do know what and who I am.
That was the purpose for me being here.
That is the purpose for all of us being here.
All forms dissolve.
They are expressions of Consciousness.
I am Consciousness.
That is the “I”