wellspring of life...

you sang a song of freedom in your heart
before the story appeared
and the world
overshadowed the clear waters
you sang about the SELF
and how it is so pristine and wondrous
and so much not divided
you sang of the precious jewel
the chudamani
you sang of the wellspring of life
that has never been tainted or
within suffering
and then my dear what happened?
the world appeared
and the reflection became so prominent
yet it is not real like you think
it is the created which is mother
and it is her show truly
what a dream
yet you are simply here always
you are here