Being God

I am the Lord God of my being; The spectrum of light and grace, An unlimited god creating What desire would manifest. To create experience is the journey, With wisdom the harvest grape; As love in sovereign power, Becomes my god of self embraced. For love of self is the Father, Who knows all self as one And grants the power of dominion, In each god he has become. Love remains unwavering, In its supporting light of truth; So that life abstains from judgement In each god's evolving truth. The way is ever open With each moment of a thought That rends the mind of limitation, With the thoughts of being God.

Each tear of fear will be filled with joy And be champagne to the soul, For all that you have forgotten Of the love that makes you whole. Live life with zest and splendor; Conceive no morality for innocence And allow love its path of wisdom, Without judgement and contempt. Awaken gentle giants To the mansions of your home And feel the light of freedom In this life of love you own. Create a dream of being In the flow of what you love And rejoice the feast of every harvest, From the seed of thought you sow. Know the glory of your power, Is to have all that you'd possess, Come forth in grand expression As God's being manifest.

Behold thyself a god, In an instant of a thought And shed the shackled mind of reason, From all the baggage that you've brought. For truth is light of care and burden; Its the simple joy to be, A god in self realization, In an arena of your dreams. This inner-action of the games; Great gods as we command, Now rest in deeper meaning, By understandings that we've gained. For what is there to obtain or lose, When you are the treasure chest of dreams; Designing new adventures for The pleasures of your being. Let love, light and power be As oneness understood, That the ongoing flow of consciousness Is the Father-God in you.

Yet uniqueness is thy banner In the unfolding of a Christ, That has loved itself thru limitation, To return into the light. Perhaps the grandest wisdom gained Is to create that which is not And play out the supreme illusion Of what its not in being God. For only in the knowing born Through the allowance of limitation, Shall soul as man arise a Christ; The true master of all creation. To enter the realms of experience For matter's mastery as a Christ, Is to thrust our God the Father Into an ever evolving light. For even infinity seeks expansion In its understanding growth, Of potential yet untested In its extension of knowledge forth.

And as I Am of the Father, The Father is in me. Pressing forward life as joy, In what the son would choose to be. So I claim my birthright now, To be forever that I Am; The Christ son of the Father, From the ascended flesh of man. As my dreams continue onward, In sojourns thought prepare, I'll love myself most grandly For the Christ I Am today. Hail the conquering hero To a homeland once forgot And rejoice this second coming Of a Christ son being God.

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© 2002 Chiron Christi