“What if it’s just for me?”

What if it’s just for me? What if higher consciousness is just for me and not a gift to the world? (Instead of me out there peddling it like a snake-oil salesman.) Just for me!

Have I even thought about receiving it?

What if the gift of Presence is just for me and all the anxiety about how to get it, or manifesto it, is just so much dandelion fluff drifting in the wind?

What if bad poetry is really OK?

I keep on repeating it because I do: What if it’s just for me?

What if no one can see the flower that grows on the lonely height of the mountain?

What if I can see the lonely face of the other, the never-seen-before face, and see it just for me, without trying to be helpful again?

Because what if it’s just for him too!

It’s the me that sees me I’d love you to see. And I love to see in you the you that sees you. All the finery is just foreplay before we look at each other and see the real thing. The cover-ups don’t hide who we are and sooner or later we’re unmasked by our trembling and suddenly humble love, try as we do to not let it happen.

4 thoughts on ““What if it’s just for me?”

  • November 25, 2018 at 11:03 pm

    ”It’s the me that sees me I’d love you to see. And I love to see in you the you that sees you. …because it’s just for me.” No truer words have I heard so beautifully and publicly spoken.

  • December 23, 2018 at 8:59 pm

    Love your so personal and so original and so spontaneous expression instead of the usual old wordings we’ve heard over and over. thank you fo rthe gift, Andrew!

  • December 23, 2018 at 10:26 pm

    Dear Andrew – – yes love me and you and continue the loving and enjoyment of the conscious life everlasting – – \
    A friend sent me the following:: and I love her greetings :

    “Here comes Christmas: the holiday that sings praises to the Christ energy. I may be Jewish, but so was he. None of us are excluded from the spirit of this mythical time. This holiday has the potential to share the deepest current of love known to humans: God’s love—if we just look at the story, the myth of love and pain.
    There was a being, his mother and his lover who loved God so much he sacrificed his life as an example that someone could show up with that much light, the gift of healing, and incredible power of love—at least that’s how that story goes. He was such a light that people couldn’t handle his love, so they attacked him, rejected him, and killed him.”

    And we just accept the gifts of conscious life with gratitude

  • December 24, 2018 at 5:03 pm

    Thank you kindly Andrew for enabling the light to shine on a field often shrouded in darkness. Whether Presence is considered a science or an art, I am indifferent but I know that once consciously discovering the ability to engage the Me in the reality of the now, it is a wonderful and meaningful process of engagement. Gratitude to your Sir.

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