Lessons 17 & 18.

02-21-2002, 05:38 PM

Contemplation's on the workbook lessons of A Course In Miracles.

Lesson 17.

No matter how many chimera you collect,
it all ends up as psychology.
That false self that has become
your stock in trade,
needs to be put somewhere
where the light can reach it.

We think, and therefore -
We all get caught up in this partisan net.
Love did not supply us with a program
for this beggars opera
that plays our tunes.
We chose a certain libretto
and sing along with a chorus
of dreaming spear carriers.

Neutrality is not seen
but only what the stage reveals.
And we take that alliance as peace
to work upon our sullen treatise.

We are both host and guest
in the green pasture of this love.
Sweep the floor of your soul.
Every day make yourself welcome.

There is a big artery
that pumps light into every heart.
I saw it once turn into
a shining tree upon which we sat.
The Angel of constancy
skipped a beat in our tango with time,
and the branches shivered with joy.

Think not our thoughts are harmless,
but think from the well of love
that is hidden in peace,
and the morning moon
will take the twilight off
like a nuns habit
and be a girl again.

Who can tell where the heart goes,
when love comes calling?
In the cities we all wake up like bumpkins.
The Emperor of reason
is making love
in the barn of every stranger.
There is just this love embrace
and warming home.

Thoughts
never sit on a fence,
but run to illusion
or love.
The big clock in your heart
is always making time and taking sides.
Choose the living thought
that does not leave the womb of itself.

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Lesson 18.

The seeing of you and I
is a prayer being made as a recognition,
or an effect.
That effect is total,
whether it is misperception,
or true vision.
Nobody just turns up.
Nothing is coincidental.

To you my sundered self,
or to you, my self as healed.
We are not alone in God,
no one is a stranger here.

We have built a world together.
The cost of which,
was exile.
I stamp your passport -Undesirable,
you mine as - Alien.
Each thought shifts us
into a separation effect
or love to Union.

We are windows lit by One light,
preoccupied with confidential images.
Secret visions that we keep
in the public domain
and see them there as our reality.

How much we see the consequence
of these our private inquiries
made manifest,
depends upon the seeing of us all.
To be ‘not alone’
is to be in an others image,
or to be in Gods.

love

eric

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.