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Searching for Sophia

October 2, 2009 at 1:07 pm | Posted in 1 | 6 Comments

by S. A. Adams

QUESTION:

I had an idea

that fleeted by

it left itself

in my memory

like a rainbow left in the sky

 

A tree could be

a symbol of Thee

and all that I perceive

with my organs of sense

are like that tree

 

I walk among the symbols

daily among the stars

envisionong galaxies

and space

capillaries and waste

 

You alone are the Living Entity

The only One who lives and breathes

while cannot see the Forest

for the trees

 

Symbols, I wonder, don’t really exist

so why on earth

did You show them to me?

 

REPLY:

Can I speak to you,

little girl, confidentially?

For your consciousness mirrors Mine

I thought and there you were

albeit, after a billion years of time

 

What amuses Me, little girl,

is that you thought

and here am I

 

QUESTION:

The symbols, Sir, are still curious to me

a tree is not a tree

its atoms are but vibrations

frozen by Thee

and yet there are other symbols

in my mind that come free

as visions and smells

and words heard only by me

and dreams and other

mental anomalies

and thoughts and painful

suffering

Is this mind but a receptacle

for symbols of Thee?

 

REPLY:

This mind mirrors Mine,

an image of Me.

 

QUESTION:

Is it caught in space and time

this mind of mine?

It is not three dimensional

so it occupies no space

if there is no space, there is no time

I see

The symbols it vibrates ….

I am like Thee!

 

Who gave me these words

this fallacy untrue

me, myself, and I

that serve to deny

its You, You, You!

 

REPLY:

you are free

do what you like

with the universe

if need be

but do you think you’ll ever

get rid of Me?

I

who am not free

for if I fail

where would the universe be

 

A thin veil has been lifted

but not by Me

Tis yours alone

this discovery

 

QUESTION:

You say I’m free

but I

need You

sometimes needs hurt

a mind that exists

not in time nor space

or vice verse

what then is touched

by such an ache

that no surgeon’s hand

can replace?

 

What then longs for this Something Unknown

What Sweetness was tasted and by whom

long ago

What Candy unwrapped, that I reach out to grasp

and find is not there?

Oh mind be clear

and still,

like the lake in winter

 

Freeze up

the symbols of me

that I might step apon them

and reach out to Thee

 

I conclude this Existent Other

is beyond my mentations

beyond my imaginations

and beyond

beyond the now

yet here

Oh time, did you lift your veil?

 

Awareness, did you blink

leave the gravitational pull

of this little girl’s mentations

dilate your camera’s eye, slow down time

and catch a glimpse of her Eternal Skirt?

 

REPLY:

Ah, to Love and Quietude, to Her, you drift away

The Sabbath Bride comes on any given day.

And just when, I, Sophos, have come out to play

      “A dillar, a dollar

       A 10 o’clock scholar

       What makes you come so soon?”

 

      “You used to come

       At 10 o’clock

       But now you come at noon.”