Gods Without Chariots.

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Wherefore the searcher today cries To heaven for enlightened vision, The eternal - - - 'Who am I '? An obvious answer from a God's eye Is that you are a survivor of course. A Knower, - you are the Source. You are a God without need of chariot. Ride now alongside evil and good. Look at their nature, stop and Ponder what Socrates understood. He who, impervious even to death, Saw evil as nothing but betrayal Of commitment to Self, in one breath He knew he was Whole. Inner attention, for Gods or men Will always be good for the soul. Find unity and you will again Find the meaning of God. And eventually become Unchanging, Unborn, and as infinitely Wise, Then you will say ' I am ' You will ask not the 'Who am I'. You will see and transform all the 'Good' into union of opposites You will rise and transcend. Sweeping aside chariots, you will stride Into Self, and see the futility end In all duality as unenlightened deception. You will see Self as rightly fitting. With Plato's words you will now shout 'The flame of eternal truth, once lit Can never go out'.

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