One of oneness * 2/13/14

For us, God is a conclusion. It is a one-word sentence. It is a quandary, we honor. It is a prison wall of self-imposition, to not think the unthinkable, to not feel beyond certitude,  to not claim beyond the wardrobe of self. But there is no self.  Self is the riddle of lower consciousness that we all daily face.  It is a riddle, self authored and initiated. It is the minutia of small eyes as the overlord of rules, materialized.  All of the self inflictions: guilt, blame, judgment, disappointment, dissatisfaction, expectations, assumptions, suppositions, keep us out of phase as being in time that measures us. Passion is our world of connectivity. Passion demystifies efforting. Passion is a self of us as field expanding, boundless beyond the notion of task. Where we are one, of one, in one, there is no space in between. Paradox is only a muse of the mind. In our heart life, there is no linearity. Heart is touching all, outside of time. Heart has no word for God. God is an in time reverence of distraction. Reality is our privatized agenda. Who are we? There is no we, in the depths of oneness. There is no position of worth in oneness. Flow is forthcoming as every measure. Mind is only the mentor of in-time distractions. Heart leaves the self-metaphor behind to be one of oneness,  forthcoming from outside of time.