We are perfection come to earth.
incarnation is the compression of our infinity,
human consciousness stains that divinity
which, identified with human form, falls
into the illusion of false-self-knowledge –
and believe it is not perfect: not divine,
not self-fulfilled and self-fulfilling,
must then go about to find completion
This wounding then becomes the personal psyche:
the personality that adapts to find fulfillment in form.
The personality is just a limited set of strategems of limited efficiency,
for know pre-definite instruction is fully adapted to the spontantoues.
To see we are not the personality, and leave it behind.
To know completion and self-fulfillment.
You loved me too much,
and falling head over heels for you,
i lost my internal senses of self-validation and centered self.
as the love and validation you gave me became my sole external source, and you became my source of identity
and I fell apart when it stopped.
Shattered in the absence of you who became my all-meaning.
I forgive you. It is really a sweet mistake to make: to give a thirsty man too much water too fast
But now I bend inwards, away from you the other, and I the incomplete, away from all external patches and plunge into my hole, my rip, and plunging into my own huge hole, literally become once more self-fulfilled.
we are wounds,
and the personality is a scab that try’s to fill the hole with external things,
but let it be open, and feel the soreness,
and let the blood of love gush through into life,
for personal self is a wound in the fabric of oneness,
through which oneness, truth, and love may pour.