you could sit on the side of dusty roads and hold out your cup
if you were a king you could bask in your riches
and rule over the land
if you were a nobleman
you could watch over your court and see to it that all was
in its place
if you were a monk you could chant the name of buddha
if a sufi allah
if a sannyasi shiva
if a nun God
if a child play with toys
if an adult play in the world..
if an old one
sit with achey bones...
but within the waters of truth
oh seeker of perfection
you have no dress
nor are you a being
playing a part of
such and such..
you are truly no-thing
you have
no name
no face
no words
no body
no sorrow
no past
no future
no truth
no false
nothing
nothing
only the flow of life
lives on
as eternal
so dear one
cast away your burden of
coverings here,
rest always
as o ne...
free in the heart
as you have
always been...
as you have
always been...
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