Old man sitting in my house,
Consciousness.
Guiding me to God,
Emptiness.
“Let go. Let go,” he said.
Hold on to just being,
Nothingness.
And now we share the same home,
Oneness.
consciousness
I take my mind out
And put it in my pocket.
Finally!
I can walk around more mindfully.
On the road to discover what you are,
Walk out on who you are.
If you can perceive the difference,
You are well on your way.
Hurt and fear are twin fires,
We pass through to get to liberation.
Do not ignore them.
But the more you feed them,
The more you burn.
Instead, fill your water buckets with
Forgiveness and Compassion,
Then keep moving forward.
Take a tour of the structures of your consciousness, of your being
It’s your house, after all.
It is wise to know
What’s inside
And what it’s made of.
Otherwise, you might be robbed
Or host unwelcome guests
Without even knowing it.
Letting go,
I became light enough
To take off
And be grasped by new realities.
When mind disappears,
When body disappears,
When you disappear,
Bliss.
