cave of the soul

a man that is full in love
makes his world turn to ashes
as a soul that has no home
or no possessions inside
he walks into the fires with an open heart
and moves into the cave of the soul
where all that he once took to be real
fades as the sunset fades behind the mountains
here is where he resides
whether in mental waves or without
he sits inside the cave of himself
and watches the movement
as if from a distance with objectivity
as a disinterested onlooker
a man sits in his heart like this
he moves in the world in the heart of himself
he moves in the shadows in the heart of himself
he moves in the coming and going in the heart of himself
he moves in the falling away and the rising tides
in the heart of himself
he moves with his Guru in heart in the heart of himself
he places his mind in the ganges
to be rinsed away
(but this is the love and light within)
where there are no borders that define
no calling thoughts that color over the perfect light
that make one to see the world in separation
a man is like a light when he frees his soul
to this beauty
and then he is what he has always been
what he is prior to the story of mind
before the conditionings came into play
that made the world look to be something it was not
something of the personal
how very funny this is
to believe the world has anything to do with a me
it is just an empty appearance that rises
and falls in quiet beauty that is non-dual
it plays as God and in God and of God
not anything else ...