Our life, our choice
A thousand lives, a million fears,
tremulous smiles and painful tears,
we sip the brew, which is now stale,
bound to ego, who at us leers.
We fight for freedom tooth and nail,
yet demons we conjured assail.
Assuming the rope is a snake,
no wonder then, we’re doomed to fail.
Silence gives consciousness a shake,
so that we may here now awake
but this entails we must let go
of attachments held, though they’re fake.
Thoughts orbiting both friend and foe,
are put at rest, for we now know,
all that’s manifest is a dream,
recognised in staid stillness slow.
Ephemeral is a moonbeam
or gusts of lust we choose to steam,
being but shimmers in the void,
which ego holds in high esteem.
For far too long we have been toyed
by dark desires and so decoyed
but since we’ve chosen to be still,
illusions conjured are destroyed.
Simply by surrendering will,
we do nothing, yet dark voids fill,
with divine light, that lights all lights,
making easy ascent uphill.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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