no longer an "i"...

when there is no longer an "i" to see,
conscious being acts naturally...
no longer an "i" to judge right and wrong,
conscious being acts on its own...
no longer an "i" to see you or me,
conscious being always free...
no longer an "i" to discriminate;
no longer an "i" to comtemplate;
no longer an "i" to attach to soul,
conscious being is "i" let go...
when there is no longer an "i" to be,
conscious being acts naturally...
tlcoriginals...

willingness...

willingness to look within,
and stop pointing with judgements at you,
when everything else is tried,
what more can anyone do?
to watch the ego running to and fro,
misery and chaos to create,
and then it's left to feel the wreckage
of the havock it has made.
attaching to that golden soul,
impressions appear over time,
fooling itself into believing,
that there is a me and a mine.
sure there may be sadness,
in giving up what is not real,
and there is a roller coaster waiting,
with ups and downs to feel;
let the feelings drain down;
what a trip the ego can be,
there is no freedom from bondage,
what you are is already free...
be it in the moment;
watch ego play itself out,
you'll laugh when you finally realize
the peace that you are about.
you chose to dream this dream,
attachment came along for the ride,
don't run from ego, you must surrender...
in the shadows of being it'll hide.
you have no choice in the matter...
you are just what you are...
willingness is your only option,
anything else is wishing on a star.
willingness to be...conscious being...
no desire for it only is real...
sit back and let the movie play...
and you will know the deal...
rest in peace; the seventh day;
time has no beginning or end...
the only space you need to be,
is willingness looking within...
tlcoriginals...

shadow, shadow...

shadow, shadow,
of the mind,
reveal yourself,
lost child to find,
love and comfort,
found within,
the golden soul,
journey begin...

tlc...

declare...

an electric bolt of lightening,
can it really feel itself?
to feel that it is power,
must it not strike something else?
can i kiss my own lips?
and feel such warmth that's shared,
in a kiss between two lovers,
when the two become one pair?
how can i watch a sunrise,
or feel the gentle breeze?
how can i know the glory of god,
without the grace of me?
shakesphere said life is a stage,
and we all play our part,
but nothing would be possible,
without the essence of heart.
i declare that we are that,
and this, and all we see...
and i declare we go beyond,
all else thought not to be...
tlc...

conscious all the time...

i thought i knew the answers,
that life was just a dream,
thought that i could just wake up,
to all of conscious being...
reality is underneath,
this apparant universe,
and i have wrapped my mind around,
the maya of it's earth...
there is no dream, no dreamer,
no dancer of the dream,
only conscious being,
without the mind to scheme...
resting in this natural bliss,
none could be so blind,
Lazurus is laughing,
it was conscious all the time...
tlc...

blissful dream...

oh blissful gift of awareness,
given from god through dream,
forever life eternal,
pearl of shimmering gleam.
man his own inventions,
through thought tries to control,
that which is eternally free,
the essence of god's soul.
filled with grace,
filled with love,
blessed spirit of peace,
shadows of imagination dancing in the heart,
is the only thing to cease...
tlcoriginals...

sword of truth...

the sword of truth,
cuts like a knife,
right to the heart of the matter...
painful as the knife might be,
tis only illusions that scatter...
what is it that really bleeds,
but the mind that makes it so?
memories are painful things...
until one lets them go...
the sword of truth,
cuts through beliefs,
slicing them to naught...
till you are faced with truth itself,
trapped in the mirror...you're caught;
will the mirror crack a little?
or will it finally break?
reflections are insidious...
they feed off what they take...
oh sword of christ,
of appollo or paul?
sword of almight god...
cut through trinity oh sword of truth...
i am the grace of love...
tlcoriginals...