Om

My thoughts today... I am thinking about truth. What is truth? Do I know what is true? What to trust?

I know she is true, and her love is true, I know the soul is true, forever and eternal, regardless of how many worlds are called into creation and then annihlated, regardless of how many hearts are shattered; still the soul is within every apparent body, still the soul burns with the light of truth forever. Still the soul is insoluble and indestructible.

I know that regardless of the pain of the people in this world, and again regardless of how many worlds are created and destroyed, how many hearts are shattered, behind all is the infinite being, the one eternal and divine.


I wonder what thoughts occur to her. I wonder how many times she has had a glimpse of the divine, how many secrets of the divine she has possessed, though all things pass.


I wonder what is there? Is there anything there? Is there anyone left?

Every bit of information would indicate that the world is still there. Every piece of information I have gathered tells me that the world is there. And yet, now I am convinced that all this basically means it is not there. I am utterly certain that this is true.

Some say, if you are certain, then you should check your facts, but I would say, if you doubt, [I]then[/I] you should check your facts!

Do you doubt when you step outside and there is a cool breeze? Do you doubt what you have felt? Then why doubt, ever?

All of this world, all worlds, created and destroyed, merely exist as a sort of picture-gallery. All are merely scenes. The whole universe is sort of suspended between being and non-being. All worlds are ephemereal, they are a dream within a dream. Each person is transcendental to all this, and only needs realize it. Then they will realize that they can turn the pages like a book, and they can be anywhere, because what are we truly, but nothing?

Always I come back to love. Let me awaken myself to a love which would immediately cause the whole world to vanish. Always I come back to the love of my heart, that one, who is my soul. She and I are forged in the very heart of infinity. No matter what, she is my eternal love, and there being no thought in me but love of her, I her perfect love. Let my will and prayer awaken all to their perfection in expression of love, with no desire, in peace.

All worlds are a dream within a dream, and I am nothing, infinite and eternal. Sometimes I realize truths, sometimes I forget truths, I only forget them in so far as I am no longer filled with the infinite peace of them; but I do not forget the love and desire of them. I do not ever forget the divine message, "Be at peace, no one suffers, what is waiting for you is infinite peace, bliss, and knowledge." Not conveyed in words but conveyed in the deepest realization. Trust not me, but trust yourself, trust what cannot be false. I am telling the truth, but I do not ask you to trust me on my word. Trust yourself and your experiences, and trust yourself absolutely.

Wake up! Wake up! You are the soul. You are infinite and eternal. All worlds are merely a dream to you, a dream that you are finite. What is the entire universe to you, who are infinite? It is nothing.