When thoughts become muted
And the soul elevated
Follow the gaze of consciousness
Awaken to Life’s fullness.
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Moving through the unending forest
Where thoughts grow
I must watch where I step
Or trip and fall
Over the hidden roots
Of thoughts planted
Long before I became aware of the forest.
Yes.
There are other ways to travel.
I could follow the trail of stillness
Until I take flight
To rise above it all.
The roots won’t get me,
But I must now watch out for branches.
Alone in my cabin
In the company of tickling ants,
Biting flies, and stinging mosquitoes.
Hold on a minute,
I thought I was alone.
What a trick
This idea of solitude is.
Sitting still,
I fly through the heavens
Like a bird.
Flying fast,
I run through the woods
Like a wolf.
All this movement and travel,
And going nowhere.
Faster than the speed
Of my thoughts and actions,
Is Life’s unmoving gift
Of freedom.
So, do not go anywhere
Sit still and accept it.
When I want to go places,
I grab a cushion,
Sit still,
And move from my head
Via my heart
To arrive at home in the Self.
Excuse my silence,
And my slow unfolding movement.
I am like an unborn baby
Resting in the Infinite Ocean
Of the Cosmic Womb.
