Always Already
The Transparent Awareness
Of Being I Am.
Always Already
The Transparent Awareness
Of Being Itself.
Always Already
Present as the Transparent
Awareness I Am.
***
Being the Seeing
Of Transparent Awareness
Embodied as Life.
Being the Seeing
Of Transparent Awareness
Embodied as Light.
Being the Seeing
Of Transparent Awareness
Embodied as Love.
***
Ever-Present as
This Transparent Awareness
Of Absolute Joy
Ever-Present as
This Transparent Awareness
Of Infinite Peace
Ever-Present as
This Transparent Awareness
Of Eternal Truth.
***
Awake to Being
The Transparent Awareness
Of the Absolute.
Awake to Being
The Transparent Awareness
Of God the Father.
Be the Transparent
Awareness of the Nameless
Absolute You Are.
Part II: Glassy Essence
Awareness is the
Glassy Essence at the Heart
Of All Existence.
Transparent I Am
As the Glassy Essence at
The Heart of Being.
Transparent I Am
As the Glassy Essence of
Awareness Itself.
***
The Glassy Essence
I Am is the Transparent
Awareness of All.
The Glassy Essence
I Am is the Transparent
Awareness of One.
The Glassy Essence
I Am is the Transparent
Awareness of God.
***
The Glassy Essence
Of Life is the Transparent
Awareness I Am.
The Glassy Essence
Of Light is the Transparent
Awareness You Are.
The Glassy Essence
Of Love is the Transparent
Awareness God Is.
Re: William Shakespeare's "Measure For Measure Act 2, scene 2, 114–123"
"Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens (self-regarding passions),
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak
Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens (self-regarding passions),
Would all themselves laugh mortal (laugh themselves to death)*
-- William Shakespeare
[Rich Note: The parenthetical, expository matter is from the follow e-note link: http://www.enotes.com/shakespeare-quotes/brief-authority ]
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