Love, Truth, Consciousness, Christ
Is the seed
Hidden in the tree
Or is the tree
Hidden in the seed
Am I hidden in Christ
Or is he hidden in me
He is human
And he is divine
He is the divinity
In humanity
The creator
In the created
Christ in me
Colossians 3:3
“For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.”
The morning star
Never sets
That is an illusion
Created by mother earth
Who continually dances
Around that
Which gave her life
She was not born
She was not created
She was taken
From the man
While he slept
And brought to him
In another form
She is the wife
Of God’s creation
The mother of all living
Everything that ever existed
Everything ever written
Any song ever sung
Was created by me
My true self
Those whose light shines
Were given their position by me
To be beacons of light to me
In my hour of darkness
Shine on my glory!
St. John 1:4
“In him was life; and the life was the light of men.”
We have always had the truth
Written in our hearts
Waiting to be discovered
We have pulled what is inside out
And put in into our creation
We remember the truth
Through recreating it
Now it surrounds us
All that we have created
Stands for the truth
The world he saved
Was this world
The one we have created
The one we live in now
He put the knowledge
Of this world in a tree
The tree of knowledge
Of good and evil
The name of the tree tells us
That to have knowledge
We must know both
Good and evil
And for these two
To grow from
The same seed
Tells us
You cannot
Have one
Without the other
How is it
Good and evil
Grow together
In one tree
Everything we know now
Was in that tree
We are the gods
They wanted to be
Genesis 3:5
“For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.”
Psalms 82:6
“I have said, Ye are gods…”
Art: Princess in a Tree, artist unknown
Captive
But not a prisoner
Captivated
By his charms
And his wisdom
And his love
By that he held me captive
But I am no longer captive
He has freed me
From the illusion
He created
Just for me
He hid me
Within his creation
What was once hidden
Is no longer hidden
It is made manifest
By the illusion he created
