Hidden In Plain Sight

Our mind conditioned, we chased objects of desire but to no avail. Reaching exhaustion, we renounced the outer world, which offers nothing. Our identity, which depends on flow of thought, resisted silence. We were determined and so held steady focus, in our tranquil heart. Emptiness was strange at first but we remained still; a witness silent. One moon cycle passed and then we were rewarded, by a bliss tingle. Divine magnetism soon engulfed our body-mind, as a bliss beat spell. Though we wished to share, these benedictions sublime, no one understood. Save a select few, who had so experienced, all else spurned our views. Thus, as a recluse, ostracised by one and all, we became a monk. To the outer eye, we went through all the motions, as fate had ordained. It was a facade of course, for we alone knew what others did not. It’s strange, is it not, the truth’s hidden in plain sight but we see it not? Let’s cut to the chase; the God we seek is within. We are living light. We’ve said what we wanted to.