Self-knowledge

Entering further

Into the dark depths

Of the Self,

All around

I see

The jagged edges,

The murky ground,

And the broken might

Of my inner world.

Now, bruised, dirty, and limping,

I embrace the light

This darkness brings.

What lies active and true,

But suppressed,

In the bosom of the Soul,

Will one day

Burn down the walls in the mind

To find expression.

Wait on that day.

Or choose now

To set the contents of your Soul free.

Back,

Back,

Within myself.

Like entering the deepest depths

Of a tunnel

While facing the one light of many worlds.

Coming to rest,

Yes,

In a new home that has claimed me as its own

Somewhere between

Seeing the Light

And being embraced by the Dark.

At home now,

In the shadowy depths of the Self.

Till the ground of the mind,

Examine the seed of all thoughts.

Nourish their growth,

Uproot them,

Cut them down,

Ignore them.

All these choices are

In the hands of Stillness,

The master gardener.

 

Sensing my expansive Self,

How can It fit inside my mind?

My mind tries to control It by

Thinking It down into small bits of identities

That it wishes to bind and devour

Though its efforts are futile

Because my identities are safely

Held in the bosom of the immortal expansive Self.

I looked for me in the things I do

And found only ideas, expectations, and fears.

Then I looked for me beyond me

And found light, an infinite ocean, and an all-encompassing cosmic wave of Love.

For awhile, I stopped looking.

I lost the sense of me.

It was ever evolving, ever unfolding.

Now, I have a glimpse of Reality

Beneath the unfolding

That whispers, “I am what I am not

And what I am not is what I’ve always been.”