a man came in the evening..

a man came in the evening

he could not find himself as he was before 

and looked as if he was reborn

he looked at the hills and valleys in the distance 

and said that there is nothing separate 

he said me and mine are not real

he said me and mine are as figments 

of imagination

he said me and mine are like a misty

rising that is not separate from the source 

but as an illusion that comes from wrong 

understanding of what is true 

when he spoke, his heart was like a fire 

that had consumed all suffering thoughts 

he looked as a one that was not home 

but he was looking quite natural and at ease 

he spoke of God and the mind

how the mind projects imagery and concepts 

outward and the one that is not awake

takes them to be real

but it is simply shakti moving on the screen 

of the SELF that is completely untouched by the appearance 

he sat on the grass, this man that was free 

and belonged nowhere and had no home really

no place that he could say, "this is mine" and 

"that is yours"

and he could not point to anything and say,

"this is me here" and "that is you there"

as these concepts were mind made

and had vanished away

the trees swayed in the wind 

and the earth smelled of fresh rain and

blooming rich life 

and the mountains sat

majestic and silent in the distance

this form that is here, spoke the man

is the same as all seen

to perish with the seasons 

and be reborn 

what difference does this make

to a one that is free? 

for consciousness lives on no matter what comes and goes 

and this sea of reality is sweeping and sweeping all away

constantly

to leave pristine clarity

why to worry about anything? 

all is of grace, beautiful and still

a man came in the evening 

and then he got up and walked away

and stillness remained...