Mind Does Not Know Me

It is buried in a yesterday, a bygone, a far gone, yet still as near as my most recent breath taken. I must have reached for the key. I must have thought a strange thought, that thought sparked an ignition in a hard driven want. I have arrived but the arrival does not belong to my mind. I have driven through myself and now I (this me that exist only on paper), knows knows beyond any ordinary understanding that the mind knows me not and never can. That the thoughts it thinks are not mine they are ghost written pre-coded. They cannot see beyond themselves. These thoughts the mind repeats I disown them. I pay them no attention. I now use the mind and its brain only to calculate their falseness or to compile shopping lists to add or subtract to imagine my fake reality. Beyond the mind a truth shines it's light blinds the mind exposes it as a ghost, only a phantom one that acts all the parts of the one theatrical play. Beyond this mind I am gone but in my absence I take the high seat of pure awareness and no thought or concept reaches to that placeless place. I am a window frame for God to look through and I am the one who looks.