Layered

There are layers to all of this.
Peeled back
peeled back
peeeeeled back.
We can go and go
cleansing and dropping away the thread, the veil,
that which separates us from ourselves
from experience
from the universe
and from,
as the angel said to me
"the love that is you
is the love that is the universe."
So--- wed are we to the ALL...for we ARE the ALL
not merely some relationship set up by the creator
but flowing out from us.
But how could we be stars and leaves and
killers.....
mystics
and turtles
and atoms vibrating
quarks decaying
or winking in and out
all beyond our awareness.....?

I know that a trillion trillion processes take place in my body
each day
and not a one am I aware of
but in the vast realm that is my body
this all takes place
dramas unfold ever single second
as some cluster of germs are vanquished
and hosts of old cells are sloughed off
quickly forgotten as a new batch rises out of nothing
into the present.....
lifetimes only days, weeks old
and not a single death am I aware of
nor birth
but a shimmering sense of self
which unfolds if I let it.

So why not?
Why not stars
and mystics
and lovers and leaves
and stones
and vast tracts of empty space
filled with enough energy to fuel our world....
and still more awaiting our awareness...
and isn't that it? Are we limited only by our awareness?

So easily we are unaware
that within us are levels
layers
and as each peels away
more is revealed
felt
aware-ized
made gnostic in the moment
as we move from this lifetime
which echoes the ancient past
and as the past echoes on vaster time scales
as superself harkens to its roots
which is itself part of a still larger being
back in the beginning of beginnings...

How is it that we awaken unto ourselves?

She sighs within me saying to just let go
breathe
and surrender.