Now Poem by Archaeus Six

I am still, now,
Admits my endless turning.
There is no fear.
There is no end.
Life.
I simply forgot.

The other is gone,
This; Is.
I Am.

I watch,
That I may see, myself,
Becoming.

Two I appear to be,
That I may love,
To become, in three.
One.

I see myself in the darkest hour,
When sorrow, is all.
Let go; Awake.
This moment, is dawn.

Now I see,
I chose to forget, that I might be.
The dreamer's dream.

To choose, now,
I Am.

I suffered myself,
That I may know,
To dream the dream,
To be.

I release, life.
To hold on,
Is to forget,
What I always Am.

To forget,
That I might remember.
To appreciate.
All, is born.

Hatred into love,
Sorrow into love,
Fear into love,
Divided, into love.
For it always Is,
Compassion unto itself.

As I understand, I let it be.
To grow in choice,
That I might see,
What it is, I will to be.


I choose love,
For I Am,
The dreamer's dream.

Nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain.
No tragedy, no pain.

Remember.

I see it, now.
To be within,
The timeless fire.
To end the dream,
Awake; love Is.

I Am what I have sought to be,
This,
Everlasting peace.