The I and The All
There is splendour behind the illusion
It is unfortunate that it gets lost in the looking.
It is all around us and everywhere we look
But there is mystery in the seeking
A game of hide and seek with ourselves
We will poke and prod and see what we discover
Until it’s time to step aside
So that the hidden can speak
And silence the hunger
That keeps us from being
The subtle touch is unyielding
And a quiet refrain for the distracted.
It hides in the echo behind a joker’s grin
And dares the willing to unmask
So many lines cross, and where they meet
Lies the choosing but there is no choice to make
The past’s collar has already chosen
We are either on lines that limit
Or one open to ALL
And we are never free without yielding
Not to others - to the splendour all around
Where our magic was lost in the looking
It is now found
The woven webs of “I”’s witchery
Are no longer Master of the house
Where once they were self-possessive
They act in service instead
The ages of toil and turmoil fade
And the I and the All are wed
© 2012 Allan Beveridge
*NOTE - This poem was woven into the Awakening Our Gifts series (parts 2 to 6) and the order of the essays and the stanza's of this poem match. The links in this poem are to the essays that particular stanza(s) was included in,