Love, Lover, and Beloved
Known, Knower, and Knowing
one, and the same,
connected in being, parts of the one
perspective, identification, the only separation.
I place myself within the worlds of myself, created of myself for myself by myself, and as I have delved deeper and deeper, identification changed and separation resulted. Awakening my heart, I remember and return. The joys of the days are extended in forms unlimited, wonders and beauties - the intoxication of life made sober through the wine of self, of love. And now, seeing and knowing as one, myself vision and sought no longer; found within me as myself. Joy in all as all, the face returns the sheen as mirror, an echo direct.
Placing clothes upon the back, one become the workman or the dancer - the doer - forgetting oneself as the dresser. When holes arise, who is there to patch them? Then one seeks the tailor, who remembers when he created the garments, and that he is the wearer after all.