I stepped outside the bubble
Of my own creation
And landed in a world
Of countless projections.
Now,
I am wading through worlds
Following the scent of Love’s liberation
contemplation
In solitude,
The past and future
Would deafen my peace
If not for the muting
Ability of the timeless present
I walk around lugging my meditation cushion and mat,
Sitting everywhere.
I suppose that makes me a walking, sitting fool.
Immortal, expansive Self
Where can you hide,
Except behind the veil
Of a stilled mind?
Be you
Yes, find yourself
Resting inside your own heart
When I sit with Emptiness,
I get so pulled in.
Time disappears.
It’s as though the Divine consumes it.
All I remember,
Is that at some point,
Love lifted me up,
Turned me upside down,
And emptied my pockets of all concepts of me and you.
Now, I know nothing.
At the point of being grasped by Love,
You might be tempted to pull back.
Don’t.
Stay put.
Allow love to embrace you.
Do not let you escape.
Be empty in the Emptiness.
Do not grasp.
Do not remember.
Be.
To be at peace,
Shatter your mind to pieces,
With the magical touch of Self acceptance.
Path to Being 