Your bag is packed
it screams to be released
how long do you think your hands can continue to clutch
the lie that we all want to believe?
We let go
bliss slips around us
a delicious remembering
amidst a cloud of forgetting
the ancients dance in us
as the shame that we have shackled ourselves with
falls in splendid beauty
wonder
and awe.
We make others responsible
for what we cannot bear
what has been ours
and whose roots dig deep within us
and masters us.
We lie to ourselves
and forget
taking the mirror
for reality
laying the guilt
on the shoulders of the innocent,
a dirty inculcation
into what is untrue.
We are that mirror
and we are all it shows us.
Who is brave enough to turn it ’round
to see it rightly
or finally?
Do you know who you are
behind the lies you tell,
the lies we all tell others
and ourselves,
the lies that we each believe?
There is such sorrow in these lies
we cannot help but tell ourselves
and others
as though we can slip one more day
through the keyhole crack
and continue wandering like thieves
free from persecution
for one more day…
free and shackled.
Losing your head,
your drive to think,
you feel
but how deeply can you feel–
can you fall deep within the truth
or do you make deals with it
to pretty it up
or bend it to your will
or do you bend to it
and let it take you
like a lover
who seeks to destroy
all you held dear
and all that ruined you
for lifetimes
so that you might find yourself wrecked
in a new and beautiful way?
Who is brave enough to take such a dare?
The great magic is upon you now
and your thoughts are lost
and your being is emergent.
Who is the you that you are?
Do you know?
Will you fall into forgetting
trusting that love will support you
and take you down
into nothing
so that you may be remade?
No one sees more clearly
when these veils are lifted from within
because there is a deeper veiling…layer upon layer of it…
and the only veils
are those that we each have made.
Can you be the agent of your own undoing?
Waking The Infinite 