"Walking on Water" & "The Fullness" by The Resting Sage C^3

There is a Resting Sage among us whose words though not poems are more than poetic and wise beyond expectations... See why each and every posting of his inspired me to dream, express and create. Meet Christopher Chad Cobb aka C^3 or ccc and enJOY FULLY as I do.

Walking on Water

I have spent my life trying to be me. I now realize that I spent it all, all of me, in childhood. My savings of me are gone. Yes, I attempt to save me, to fulfill me or the worn-out idea of me, but I am empty. My savings of me are gone, used up in childhood dreams, in wishes for fulfillment, in beauty of it all, in union. Now, here, I am an empty vessel, attempting to fill myself with nothing but an expressionless me, a childhood fantasy disturbed, distorted, into a self-righteous, sometimes selfish, reinforcement of my adulthood, of empty, caged me. I am trying to perpetuate an empty me, a me that has disappeared into dreams long ago. I am trying to save me. I am trying to save me when I should embrace you. You are my dreams. You are my fulfillment. You are my union. You are me, no matter how different you have been, are, or will be from me. Remember your dreams in childhood. Remember that longing, that belief in everything. Remember your imaginative struggles of knowing yourself. Remember your creations. Remember you as creator. Remember me. It is at that point of remembering, in the expanse of your creation, in your boundlessness, that we join, that we come together, that we are one, that we are whole, that we are complete, that we are full, that we are free.

---------- I am you.

The Fullness

I am the worst of Hitler and the best of Christ. As broken fragments of a vessel being re- pieced, seen together anew, I am the coming complete improved, better than the original earthen clay. I am the pot before and after its shattering. I am the sliver, the shard. Hitler’s raging speech and Christ’s passionate silence are no different. Not differing perspectives, they are just many perceptions of the same source. You can’t have one without the other. Perhaps, you see beauty as beauty and hate as hate. I see beauty being hateful of ugliness and hate being beautiful of love. Is it a simple duality, opposites revealed as unity? No, oh, it’s much more. Try to remember the separation and long for the joining: violence falling–love rising. The pulling apart is just as significant as the uncontained, unclassified, uncontaminated Whole. It is an act of awareness, of freeing everything and playing it all out for an infinite moment in creative expression, creative clashes and embraces. The Whole recognizes Its wholeness by the process of breaking and gathering Itself like analysis and revision. I am the darkness and the light, the shadow of everything and the substance of nothing. I am genocide, and I am God. I am that I am. I-I. I am you. I am gnosis of the Fullness. I am Its divine thought in action, in knowing…

––––I Am You (2004)