There is only One

 The Lord is One and Whole. The world we believe we see does not exist. The world that is, is the reality of God. Only His reality is. The reality of God is undivided. It is also infinite. Our identity is this sublime Unity. We are not ourselves, but it. Reality is it. This determines everything, because it is the self-creating everything. The truth is that we do not belong to each other, nor to anything, because there is nothing but this moment. We have no particular identity, truly no personal identity at all. Not in the sense that we understand what is personal. All things dissolve in the being within our perception of the multitude. No life, no world, just being. Thy Light and Thy Life. Nothing is here but it. Our senses fool us, senses which include our minds. The truth is, none of these things are real. Naught but God's radiance. Radiating, radiating, radiating. This is our life and power. But what world does it power? 

There is nothing in this world that we believe we perceived that can satisfy us, nor anything here that will last. Nothing can we depend on, and nothing we can do about any of this. Life is so much more about dying than we imagined. Dying and loss. Both which cannot avoid. Though as much as we would like it, nothing here is worth keeping around for any great or indefinite length of time. 

I am death sleeping on the doorstep,

Avoided by the masses,

Lurking in the dark corner of your mind,

You may not like me,

But I follow you every where,

When you go, 

I will take much more of you than you'd like,

And what will remain?

I am my own executioner, and I have been for some time now...Sometimes the cup appears far too dirty to drink, yet what can I do, but drink? Oh poison of God. You teach me more than anything I could ever enjoy. You teach me how dark I am and how much I don't really have in this world. Oh Misery, drunken with the weight of your feverish glance, I approach this heavy place with melancholy, terror, and a grim and bitter determination. How sweet the putrid scent of death and decay. How disturbing to pry into places so unwilling to be seen by the light of day. Pass into death, pass into darkness, pass into whatever the fuck. Lol. The strength of Thy radiant Light comes with unexpected force and power