How often do we just stop
Not chase the meanderings of thought
Or measure our stories by loss and by gain, by gosh and by golly.
We repeat the symptoms until we "think"we're the same
To stop and just be
Not define you or me
To open the heart and begin to see
To welcome "ah ha" with out judgement or shame
To be with what is with no craving for fortune or fame
To stop and let go, what is is what is.
Love the mind with heart and its vagaries of will
Until the movement of mind becomes settled and still
Thoughts will rise, that's the nature of mind
Yet don't expect they will or will not
Guess what, it's not real, thought is just thought
The nature of form is change, be it thought, feelings or things... never the same
In formless, hide and seek is the absolute game
So nowhere to go; nothing to do
Begin within, embrace true you
Open to what is with the compassion of heart
The catch in the throat, the tear in the eye, the feeling of expansion
The "knowing" not naming, I am I
These words are just words
Believe or deny
The words, a finger pointing
Let it poke you in the I.
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