Grace is the next world’s railways.
We will be happy there.
What stark sun is this?
Sometime soon.
Your energy
is a witness to it.
You’ve combined the opposites,
and it doesn’t bother you.
Asiya attests to that.
You were soft ice cream,
and he ate it up.
You’ve got the leeway,
and you’re holdin’ down the fort.
You’ve good.
You’re learnin’ your trade.
You’re doin’ it
great football fields wide.
You’re not a son of a bitch.
Let’s bubble up some
and just sit in bed and bask awhile.

We build yellow houses.
We construct them with wood.
Then we lay them down,
over and over again.
This is our construction process
on the bails of thought.
We feel them into being.
This rides our day,
one thought after another,
day by day.
It’s ice cream.
Did somebody say favorite food?

We are housed here,
and a thought is a mop bucket,
cleaning out what’s after.
A thought is a huge thing,
all naked and wood.
It’s already occurred
before we think it out.
We go over it and over it.
We do not stop.
We never go away from this.
Bails upon bails of thought we make,
freight trains through our minds.
Let go of this,
and you’ll be in thin wood.
You’ll cake on yourself.
It’s where the balls are
that we retrieve into Silent Mind.

Now here’s the house
God lives,
you see the Self in.
It’s awesomely deep,
wrapped around with nothingness,
where the engines of the universe play.
You are a copter upon yourself,
brooding wings of infinity.
It lasts an hour or a day,
until it turns off no more.
I arrive at thought
the master of the plan.
I think upon myself
in large ways.
I go there:
I don’t handle thought
for a little while.

But Silent Mind don’t ride my days.
I’ve stumbled upon it
a time or two.
We have to be clear we were formin’ enlightenment.
Have you ever had that thought?
Grapple with it now.
Do you know it’s there
what we arrive to next
in our identity plan?
Hey kids this is not enlightenment.
We’re becoming something you see,
and we need Silent Mind to get there,
a formless identity
we shoulder to Supermind,
the God inside.
An overhead kingdom sits there,
and this is the fullness of ourself,
God identity,
at this stage of the game.
You can imagine more.

So where does Silence put us?
Right slap dab in the middle of it.
And then?
We plant our feet on planet Earth,
and Supermind comes down to meet us
at the ascending pole
of our effort.
Then we’re cosmic complete,
bigger than the cosmos,
not in size in weight.
We are the springboards of the universe.
The universe comes from us.
I’ve been there once.
I’m not just makin’ up plans.

Did I have to say all this
to get your head straight
on Silence?
I don’t think you understand me.
I’m bleeding concepts in the room,
like cosmic means somethin’.
Where do you go on Silence?
A round chair,
and so many people just sit there.
Who wants to go higher?
Bliss is satisfied.
Do you want to go higher?
Ramana Maharshi didn’t.
We all do eventually.
When you learn about it it’s there,
a belief castle.
Before that no one’s ever heard about it.
I’m taking you there,
balloons overhead,
Somethin’s up there you know.
It’s the origin of the universe.
Said it all.

Don’t forget your ambition for thought.
You wanna get into the Silence.
You wanna dip your head into the Silence.
Catch it,
you’re gonna hit
the ground of the universe
a hat infinity.
Now that red apple pierces your skull
vibratory nature.
You hum big church
all around your brow.
It’s so comfortable there and smooth.
No I with its busy notions
disturbs that room,
not a thought one.
You’re reside in silence.
This is awesomely big.
You can’t figure it out
from here.
It’s totally other being
inside a body here on Earth.

You last awhile,
and then the cosmos lapses into itself.
You’re there yet?
You will be once.
You’ll get there soon.
It’s every death journey’s hand.
We take off the ego you know
and get down to science.
It’s what we do there.
It comes along
to take us to Heaven and beyond,
and you think it’s a stranger?
We’ve sauced this out so many times,
death, upon death, upon death.
We’re there now
underneath it all.
It’s raw, basic awareness,
cosmic size.

Now why have I shown this to you?
You think AI will get you there?
Where do we put Silence on?
In our own room,
a listen to ourself,
no bowls of media present.
Do you know how precious this is,
guided by your own mind?
It’s stage one.
Come on mountain let’s go.

Now in the vibration room
each vibration opens
a little central veeter
that respond directly to sunlight.
Okay, okay, okay,
look I get it.
Almost reaction,
because I’m slaying.
You don’t know this stuff.
It looks easy,
if you vie for it,
but let’s face it this is tops
that a human could do,
your golden Mars,
but they lost this
and ruined their civilization.
How hard it is,
you got nothin’ harder in human.

To know directly,
what do we see?
Obviously it’s not videos.
It’s contemplation’s circle,
there in your room,
when you’re filmin’ God.
Where do we begin?
The first photo please.
A beggar
down and out on reality’s pole.
You see from there
what God looks like,
and He would not be tall and kind.
He would be a braggart in His room.
We don’t stop the vision there.
That man don’t see straight.
He has eyes of sufferin’.

Lift God up from there.
Are you okay with what He does to people?
Are you okay with this vice?
I couldn’t back up to you God.
I couldn’t stand in His way.
The significance
of beggars breathes awhile.
We can’t get at it there.
We can’t even try.
Let’s beanpole reality,
and it gets bigger all the time.
Let’s do something about it.
Let’s see God there
addressing Himself.

Is that okay?
We’ll be building a teenager.
We’re gonna get him all soft in his room
to carry the day.
We’re gonna wean him some,
from do this for him do that,
so he can carry the divine.
We will be gentle with him
and put him on his own attention,
where he needs to be
more than computers handles
and where the cellphone rides.
This is not ice cream and cake.
We will pill him
with just enough books
to get his writing going.
He’s a poet of the divine,
gets whole poems
from the inner voice.
We were surprised as he was.

Now we have a responsibility
to see this through.
My consciousness opened his.
We’re everlastin’.
That means we give this boy a good shot
to grace him with infinity
and keep his eyes on God,
not the stuff in his room.
I’m right there by ‘im,
holdin’ his hand.
A Green Beret on duty,
I’m a sergeant sometimes,
but I’m not mean.
I can certainly improve.
Now let’s stand down
the poem I’m giving you.
It means somethin’
to the order of the day.
God bless you.