Gospel of the Radiant Healing Amethyst Sky

Here is the Gospel of the Radiant Healing Amethyst Sky, Sutra One, written by the Gnostic Krystom al 'Akash about 50 years before the birth of Jesus, who carried it in a secret pocket under his seamless blue robe, just as we carry it in secret today, for it is banned by the ruling archons of our universities and political parties, who want to keep us imprisoned in conceptual thought - which is why I had to access it in the archives of my own nervous system, though the text is much shorter in the original Romani script, where the meaning is implicit in a few intuitive pictograms that, once you get the hang of it, are easily visualized in your pineal gland...

What is meditation?
Prayer dissolves into presence,
thought dissolves into silence,
your question dissolves into listening.
and I dissolve in Thou.
So Rishi Ashtavakra
sums up all instructions in one:
"Layam-vraja, dissolve now."
When infinity evaporates into zero,
don't mistake the empty circle
for nothing.
The full moon is still here
even at midday.
Thing-less bewilderment
contains everything, yet
boundless space remains,
the ever-expanding glow in your chest
where worlds appear and disappear
like foam on the sea.
Let your effervescence
aerate the night with stars.
Let sap gush up
through your breastbone
into the stems of every garden,
East and West,
a luminosity so fine
it makes stones pulse gently
and atoms spin in the rose,
so true to their infinitesimal spheres
that they hold our galaxy
to its vow of silence.
Thus Rabbi Ishmael declares,
"The mind says let us pray,
but the heart says let us play."
We no longer bow our heads,
we throw them back
in the gesture of roaring.
No Word comes forth but a smile
whose fire devours the cosmos.
Lady bugs and dragonflies
our priesthood,
our scriptures falling leaves,
a dust mote is liberation.
Each particle of light is God.
Each wave of darkness is the Mother
from whose womb we keep
taking, no, receiving,
our first breath.

Painting by Persian master, Mahmoud Farshchian