There was a time when I was certain,
In the absolute knowledge that “I am That”,
That all form was illusory, and “not me”.
At that realization,
I Planted a flag,
And declared the summit.
But through unimaginable Grace,
Attention, so long turned inward,
Turned with Delight and Enjoyment,
To the ever-new, ever-changing,
Dream of Form.
And in that turning was revealed,
The Great Lie,
The Compassionate Deceit,
Of “Thou Art That”.
For “That” and “This”,