Tuesday, 4 May 2021

Behind the Words - Part 1 of 3: That Which We Are

 
Even behind a condescending smile
Shines the Truth—
 
Behind the white or yellow teeth,
Behind a fit of insanity,
The rolling and gurgling brook
Swelling fast with heavy rain—
 
Then the senses are flooded too,
With premeditated propaganda,
Irresponsible or responsible
In design. The power of this media—
 
So engrossed we dive,
The instinct, magnetic,
We engage in a world of colours
And sound so bright and real—
 
The words, oh the words,
Abounding thoughts.
The endless waves
And rain does swallow—
 
Yet who is swallowed?
Not the victim to be sure,
For he is constructed
From these thoughts.
Like teeth eating teeth,
Quite impossible indeed—
 
Are we the Truth?
Our bright and shining Self?
The Watcher of the storm,
The Be-er of experience,
The Light of darkness—
 
Belief too gets flushed away
With thoughts,
As the old paint of uncertainty
Flakes off, revealing boundless
Space and timeless commotion—
 
How ironic! This Pure Absence
Has never been extinguished.        
How could it, when it is
Not material?

We already know,
This first and last truth,
How could we not?
For we are This,
And This is all. 

MS21
 

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