liberation

Block the vision

Of the mind

To see Life as it is.

Rest the constructing hands

Of the ego

And touch

The raw materials

Of pure consciousness.

The mind is like

A lid attempting to contain

The pure dynamism

Of Life.

Forget the lid.

Soon enough

The whole container

Will safely crack

To allow what’s inside

To move as one

With what’s outside.

Caught between

Deciding and moving,

My small self

Hangs on to

The phantom safety

Of a fragile solidity.

Letting go,

It falls into

The firm emptiness

Of Life’s momentum.

I am not a set thing

I keep flowing

Shifting and emerging

And every now and again

Solidifying in those moments

When life plays a chord

That is familiar

To a certain dancer

In the band of I

Who then takes center stage

For a while

Freestyles a routine

It rehearsed a million times before.

Perfect!

Yet, fit for another life

A thousand moons ago.

And just before

Launching into

The final sequence

It melts

Back into the flowing stream

Being danced

By a new

Unfamiliar tune

Extend your

Shackled mind

To the boundless

Hand of Love.

It holds the solution

To your sure

And final liberation.

So have no doubt

You cannot

Remain locked

Not even from

A half-turn

Of Love’s master key.