Why have I been so afraid of being me?
Is it because I really couldn’t see the reality of the truth, the promise, and the hope within me?
Why did I close my eyes and my heart from thee; to be truly free, and see,
The pure delight intrinsically, within, rather than embracingly love and choosing to be happy?
What a waste; the years of lies I have believed,
But now, I want to be revolutionary, flee those lies and start on a new journey...
towards the promise of joyful harmony.

peepers close i see
dark i string the bow let fly
i hear dying sounds

Time. Death. Faith. Hope.
Sometimes, the things we can't see make the biggest impact on the things we do.

We do so hard grasp these nascent bodies
Of thought that any occurrence of change
Brings with it pain. Deceitful aspect strange
This attribute of sentience. Shared lies
Self formed and self believed, and fierce beloved
Distract the known conscious moment again
And again in heroic effort vain
To shut out the ego damning dreaded
Truth of universal equanimity
Non specific to the fabricate me
The i perceiving. No answers can be
Found to malformed questions. The path to see
Begins with forgetting. But to uproot dreams
Of self repeatedly lived, hatedly looms.

you see you feel you
think you choose and that last one
is so difficult

i cannot see this
mind in an emptiness my
mind is emptiness

I see everything.
And yet,
I still feel blind.

i can see light beyond the clouds
the waves have ceased their swells
and so I can now see and breathe all the same.