The Phantom of Change
We’re in a continuous state of movement, the mind, consciousness, atoms, and the world.
Between the negative and positive we fluctuate on the magnetic waves of consciousness.
Everything we see stems from and gives in to this magnetic attraction and repulsion.
A force within that makes us decide between the two poles gives us a feeling of continuity.
The ego stakes its claim, I am this, these events are me, let me rejoice for I have a claim.
Now time is my enemy because it keeps changing the fragile continuity that is my claim.
The mystery of the future and present problems interrupts my delicate sequence of events.
In the universe of change we fear that which makes us change our declaration of value.
Our desire for new experiences is adding excess weight to the already burdened claim.
Gathering more concepts in the forest of knowledge, our claim is in a state of uncertainty.
Yet we mend what we can and reason with what we can’t and fight for what we got.
Wait! What have I really got? A sequence of experiences! Which I call my identity!
Who will I be tomorrow? Just a victim of time! And no one else can fathom my sequence!
For they have there own precarious sequence which changes and reeks havoc in their life.
I have been alone all along, and always will be alone with my changing sequence.
Dear God! There must be more than this, more than time, more than change and decay.
I’m in this flow of opposites, but my ego thinks this is me and I hang on to it for dear life.
Dear God! You can’t be this, you have to be something which is completely different.
You are omnipotent and omniscient, how could you be that which suffers with energy.
Since I Am, you Are, since you Are, we Are interrelated, then I Am That, and not this.
Then the ego is: The Phantom of Change.
Between the negative and positive we fluctuate on the magnetic waves of consciousness.
Everything we see stems from and gives in to this magnetic attraction and repulsion.
A force within that makes us decide between the two poles gives us a feeling of continuity.
The ego stakes its claim, I am this, these events are me, let me rejoice for I have a claim.
Now time is my enemy because it keeps changing the fragile continuity that is my claim.
The mystery of the future and present problems interrupts my delicate sequence of events.
In the universe of change we fear that which makes us change our declaration of value.
Our desire for new experiences is adding excess weight to the already burdened claim.
Gathering more concepts in the forest of knowledge, our claim is in a state of uncertainty.
Yet we mend what we can and reason with what we can’t and fight for what we got.
Wait! What have I really got? A sequence of experiences! Which I call my identity!
Who will I be tomorrow? Just a victim of time! And no one else can fathom my sequence!
For they have there own precarious sequence which changes and reeks havoc in their life.
I have been alone all along, and always will be alone with my changing sequence.
Dear God! There must be more than this, more than time, more than change and decay.
I’m in this flow of opposites, but my ego thinks this is me and I hang on to it for dear life.
Dear God! You can’t be this, you have to be something which is completely different.
You are omnipotent and omniscient, how could you be that which suffers with energy.
Since I Am, you Are, since you Are, we Are interrelated, then I Am That, and not this.
Then the ego is: The Phantom of Change.
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