How To Be a Genuine Fake
Desire birthed us.
Desire created everything.
Desire chose to be us.
We are not helpless puppets
we are willing puppets.
We are actors sharing the same space
in an ever changing theater.
Then when the curtain parts just a little bit,
then we see behind all the masks.
We see that we are all only a desire,
a desire happening,
a desire desiring to be something.
We’re not even human.
We are just experiencing being human.
We are being a desire.
Now you know you're the only one
and there are no other's, just You.
Now you know you are ‘God’
(or whatever label we choose
from our very limited vocabulary
to describe the indescribable).
You are That.
Happily and at peace you return to the play,
to be only playful.
and you don't even ask,
want
or need to know what comes next.
For it is You that is next,
always You.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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