Me too Linda, me too. Is there more from her, or does it need to come from you, perhaps through you?
Love
Bette

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what is?
Consciousness.

She always wanted to get them published, but never did. I have most but not all of them. These are my favorites.

Alex’s

Empty wine bottles
Lean against the walls
Like foreign guests
Come to drink and converse
And smile
Upon French hours
Of filtered sunlight
And love.



Far-Away Poem

Today
Home called me
Like a touch of frost
And I remembered
How empty
My arms are now.


I usually try
not to look
back
you know
to watch
the last bit
of you
disappearing
but tonight
I just
couldn’t
help it.

Poignant. Thank you Linda.
Love
Bette

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what is?
Consciousness.

Well, since everyone is doing it, I'll drop my stuff from long ago and a galaxy far away into the pot. Easier for you to link to it however. http://www.active-mysticism.com/AllPoems.htm

This is from prior to knowing or knowing of Tom Campbell.

Ted

They are very good; very real and touching. Goosebumps.

Here are a couple from 15 or so years ago:

Clock

The tick of the clock does create
Upon my face, a smile
But rest assured
All in good faith
For I know that I
And not the clock
Posses the hands
Where rests my fate.


Desire of

The greatest of my strengths
Being love, does compete
With my weaker side
Being also love
Or better said
The desire of.


Insanity

Numbly gazing into the eyes of insanity
Sinking as each second dies
Awaiting eternity
A mirage in the desert of thoughts
Growing more transparent with time
Is that which I cannot find
Hiding well
Or simply too divine?

Dreams and thoughts and words
Vanishing and reappearing
Like random seasons
Bringing answers to confusion
Only to confuse the answers
Attempting to number raindrops
In a hurricane
So tempting it is to stop
On a ladder
Having no bottom or top

How can one laugh
And cry
The same
It seems that
With much more ease
Insanity
Brings much less pain


Puzzle

Puzzle is one life wide by one life long
Situation brings each piece
I die for a completion
That only spirits see

Puzzle is purpose and reason
Pure love in acted hate
I grow until a death
That only will create


River

Study a river closely
Arriving at an obstacle
It does not collide
But glides around

Glistening with wisdom
The stones rest upon the bank
Having been smoothed by
The river's abundant grace

At each root in the earth
the river will slow
To give of itself
So that another may grow

In the warmth of the sun
The water will rise
And fall from a cloud
Above the earth that is dry

River giving life
Constantly flowing
Never stopping
Only slowing


Man Must Die

Lingering through the earthly air
The clock, death watches
In great despair
In their hearts, the people sense
The smell of doom
Death does present
Floating in their minds untamed
The dreams of life
Which keep them sane
In each soul the answer hides
To outwit the fear
That man must die



It is Not Mine

I look at my body
And realize, it is not me
It is mine
I listen to the rambling
Thoughts within my head
And realize, they are not mine
They are my brain's
I feel the loving sensation
Deep within my existence
And realize, it is not mine
It is me


Who I Am

I sat in stillness
Concentrating on my breathing
And yawned.

I imagined all existence as a large ball of light
When it exhaled, I inhaled
When it inhaled, I exhaled

I imagined a stream of energy
connecting myself
with this ball

Slowly the stream pulled me into the ball
Until I vanished
It was then that I remembered

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Very nice ,Justin, I really enjoyed reading them.

Since the other was apparently incomprehensible, try these.
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everything fits and functions together

life and death, good and evil, eating only of flesh and all flesh is grass

each blade of grass knows it exists as a thought in God's Mind

tell me what to write down next, me beyond the grass and sweat and blood

your god is your measure as wo/man, tying you to limits, pain, sin, birth, death

the blade of grass knows what you do not

know yourself as a part of God, unborn, undying

know yourself as one focus of God's Will upon the Now moment of eternity

know yourself as an act of worship

know yourself as a piece of God's Will acting upon matter; Spirit reaching out to enter and enlighten the material world

know yourself as a part of Spirit becoming: more complex, knowing, powerful, loving, understanding with each generation of flesh

know yourself beyond your material limits and find God

know yourself beyond fear and find love

know yourself as beyond limits, alone and never alone, bound only by God's Love, bounded only by the limits of your love

know that no matter how long in confusion you seek to find your true self and God, as a part of God you are never lost
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As there are no things, there are no phenomena.

As there are no phenomena, there are no illusions.

As there are no illusions, there are no enlightenments.

As there are no enlightenments, there are no understandings.

As there are no understandings, there are no meanings.

As there are no meanings, there are no realities.

As there are no realities, there are no experiencs.

As there are no experiences, there are no experiencers.

As there are no experiencers, there are no "I's".

As there is no "I", there is no other.

As there is no other, there is no Other.

As there is no Other, there is only The One.

As there is only The One, there are no things.

There is only The One, self-creating a self-mirror in which to self-perceive Its Self.

A recursive pattern of infinite complexity.

A beauty of the whole beyond the capacity of a mere part of the pattern to portray or comprehend.

Only to share.

Thou Art That.

Ted-"Since the other was apparently incomprehensible, try these".


Not incomprehensible, profound and very revealing..thanks for sharing Ted

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Justin-

It is Not Mine

I look at my body
And realize, it is not me
It is mine
I listen to the rambling
Thoughts within my head
And realize, they are not mine
They are my brain's
I feel the loving sensation
Deep within my existence
And realize, it is not mine
It is me


That was honest and universal, really enjoyed that prose.

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Agreed. Ted, "Ultimate Reality of Universal Mind" is great. A roller coaster of progression is honestly the first thing that came to my mind after reading it. It definitely stirred me. Hard to define... I felt very serious, then chuckled, then realized that I should not laugh at something serious like this, then chuckled again at the joy of an unspoken message. Very nice.

Thanks for the comments.

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thanks for sharing poems.

I wrote a poem in late 2006, two years before becoming aware of Thomas and MBT on youtube. Translated to amglish. (I bet you love that expression)


the milky way:

I'll name the flora of germs
in my right foots big toe nail's
sideditch
the milky way

cause it is like a way

and I could live
in the middle of it somewhere
if only it is as it is

as it is here

My poems are set to music so they are actually songs. This is one I wrote in 2006 after reading about the double slit experiment. It seemed like demonstrable magic to me, proof that there is more to reality than I had been told. The double slit experiment is what eventually led me to MBT so I thought I would share.

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Cat In a Box


The situation demands some observation
A diabolical plan puts my fate in your hands
It’s 50/50 whether I will survive
The door is starting to slide

In my mystery I’m a cat in a box
They’re shooting light through slots and counting dots

My situation can’t handle observation
I know I can’t run and hide if I’m on the wrong side
Two roads converging One travelled more and surging
The light begins to collide

In my mystery I’m a cat in a box
They’re shooting light through slots and counting dots

The wave collapses and I become real
(Do you see it? It’s on the black screen there)

Imagination could be the explanation
A quantum leap and a man
Why can’t they understand
A probability is all we really need
And all we get in the end

In my mystery I’m a cat in a box
They’re shooting light through slots and counting dots

The wave collapses and I become real
(Do you see it? It’s on the black screen there)

Yhni

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That's Beautiful!

That is beautiful Justin, I had missed that one or something. You already knew a long time ago.

Yhniwyata, this is what I have been thinking of for awhile, to make rock music, popular music for young people have lyrics that helped them understand Reality. Do you have any lyrics on reincarnation?
Love
Bette

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what is?
Consciousness.

Not yet! That might be a good topic for my next project.

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