Who Am I

We oft ask ourself, the purpose of life For desire pursuit, makes us not bliss rife Pause awhile to ask who in truth we are Driven by instincts, we’ve drifted afar Deadened to conscience, how will we reform Blind lead the blind; in stupor we conform We’re worldly wise but heart has contracted From path of love and light, soul’s detracted Who’s the stranger we see in the mirror Cold heart allows not love to draw nearer Why inner conflict, like Jekyll and Hyde In our palm too, head and heart lines divide Religion too offers us no relief We’re asked not to question imposed belief Why do we fear the unknown and occult Time’s now to exit each and every cult Reflect, are we not reborn, with each breath There’s no liberation at point of death Save fears and desires, what thoughts do we think Trauma bonding thus, no wonder we sink The path then seems clear, as to how to start First things first, let us meld head with our heart No sooner head and heart act hand in glove Boundless grace in-pours; we’re suffused with love Dropping thought, we become a child again So easy it is, to break ego’s chain Analysing not fulcrum of a sneeze Delight in effervescence of release Choosing stillness as our default fulcrum We hark within heart, the soundless bliss drum Oh weary hermit, embrace the vast void Once heart’s love drenched, we’re never by fears toyed Seeing life in motion, what’s there to clasp In blissful wonder, just let out a gasp How may we garner truth, if we resist Know we are living light and a love mist Questions cease as we become the answer Transmuted as the divine bliss dancer 14-August-2022