I have a dream


I have a dream

the dream that all are well

that in the heavenly realms

everything is right

that in the underworld

everything is light


I have a dream

the dream that all are at peace

that in every city

every country

every world

all are resting quiet and serene

all galaxies and star systems

drifting aimlessly at peace

through vast dark emptiness


I have a dream

the dream that all are true

that in every word

every speech

every whisper

the truth is spoken

openly and heartfully

to all beings


I have a dream

the dream that all are quiet

that regardless of all sound, noise and loudness

all murmur, fuss and clatter

in spite of all cracks, squeaks and squeals

a mantle of utter silence and still embraces all

cuddling reality in indistinguishable arms


I have a dream

the dream that all are free

notwithstanding all the pains and fears of human spirit

all its hopes and dreams

despite all the sadness, sorrow and grief of human soul

a Heart is beating

pulsating with the vibe of flowing Freedom

a light in the chest of all beings

eternally unobstructed


I have a dream

the dream that all are kind

that amongst every lover, friend and parent

every hater, killer and rapper

that in the midst of all war and communion

the perfume of love is felt

the sent of patient care is sensed

the nectar of unfathomed wisdom

bathes all activity from within


I have a dream

the dream that all are one

that beyond all forms

behind all shapes

beneath all shades

only one is breathing

and moving

and seeing

only one is loving, wanting and seeking

hurting, hating and healing


I have a dream

and one day


unexpectedly like an old friend’s visit

I wake up

and cracking open the shackles of perception

a new world comes into sight

and the Dream comes True


all are well because All is One

all are at peace because All is One

all are true because All is One

all are quiet because All is One

all are free because All is One

all are loving because All is One

all are one because All is One


the old world turns into light

and the Dream becomes Truth


~Elijah Williams~

Published in: on 06/08/2012 at 23:15  Deixe um Comentário  



words are prisons

seemingly locking I in them

happening on a daily basis

on a second-to-second basis


a word is uttered

and reality seemingly is captured


finally it’s known

arrived at

makes sense

becomes familiar


but it comes with a price tag

and in paying it

there is


a loss of freedom

of transparency



with words comes a heaviness

comes solidity

light becomes tight

color becomes shape

oneness births manyness

what is turns into what’s supposed to be


a sensation is present

a word tags it and sadness is born

following sadness many words may come

and a story is born

and a character is born


a simple raw sensation

bridges over to an imagined other shore

and duality is born

between the banks of dreamed opposites

a character floats in the river of life


a character living in a word

and in that word life stands in apparent captivity

Seeing seems trapped in its own imaginings


but now

just for a second


I don’t have a name


imagine how it feels

imagine the freedom


but go beyond imagining


I don’t actually have a name



nothing has a name


a chair is not the word chair

nor the sound chair

there is no chair

there is no sky

or world

or persons


words are prisons




random sounds

absolutely disconnected from the things themselves


life has no words


in the Seeing that is I

nothing has a name

words are just objects of Seeing

just like the objects referred to by those very words

the object-chair, the word-chair, the sound-chair

three completely distinct objects

three shades of One Seeing


feel the freedom of no words

no concepts

everything is exactly as it is

everything is exactly as it seems

beyond words

what could be there except

what is seen as it’s seen?

who could deceive who

if there is only one?


nothing is as it seems

is a precious advice given

to the idea of a person

but emptied of words

everything is as it seems


but even that is too much labor


Seeing Is


~ Elijah Williams ~

Published in: on 06/08/2012 at 0:38  Deixe um Comentário  

the furthest point


there is no  higher  ground than this   Seeing

there is no  deeper  sky than this        Seeing

the fall of   s u b j e c t   and   o b j e c t

leaving reality naked as a newborn baby

this is the furthest point

not inwards

not outwards

just the real

as is

the last stop

and the  f i r s t

to reality

everyt h i n g  is just story

nothing is outside

nor inside

nor insight

of this Seeing

everything just is this Seeing

Seeing happening right now

out these eyes

out these ears and all senses

and yet not the eyes

not the ears

not the senses

no body can be said to exist

no mind

no apparatus allowing for this Seeing

Seeing precedes all, being all, beyond all

not a subject

just beyond any possible description

or assumption or concept or attempt to reach It

It does not know anything

It is the   k n o w i n g   that is all things

Seeing happening right now

as always

untouched by all ideas about It

all ideas  a b o u t  It are just It

all movements  t o w a r d s  It are just It

all attempts  a w a y   from It are just It

It always ever  is  all there is

True Nature is no place

nor essence

nor capacity

It is not a subject,

not an entity

nor reality

It is just Seeing

an activity

the activity of Seeing

Pure Perception

always on

behind every apparent eye

behind every apparent ear

tongue, hand, nose, mind and  a l l

Seemingly easy it is to believe in

subject and object

but Truth is the middle way

is that which  unites  the opposites

is that which  dissolves  the opposites

the  dissolution  of all  duality

of me and others

of now and then

search and attainment

bondage and liberation

It is like a river who’s lost its banks

flowing freely beyond duality

everything is welcomed

all ideas and concepts

fetters and chains

truths and delusions

all coming and going

only nothing remaining

and Seeing is always




Seeing, but no  se e r  nor  se e n

hearing, but no  hear e r  nor  hea r d

experiencing without experienc e r  nor  experienc ed

Life happening, with no one to live it nor be lived

Who’d have guessed?,

Supreme Eternal Reality

always  s t a r i n g  right out the eyes,

not a  se e r  nor  s u b j e c t

but just the activity

the inevitable e x p l o s i o n of Seeing

Teo Jasmin

Published in: on 03/08/2012 at 22:19  Deixe um Comentário