under the dust of mind

who can see?
a man chasing thoughts?
a forgotten heart that sits
under the dust of mind?
a shaded passage way leading
to nowhere but more
empty dreams?
a prince on his throne of
possessions?
a man that is tossed about
in the world of joy and sorrow?
who can see?
a prisoner in his cell is free
if he is within stillness and beauty
a homeless man is completely content
if he sees no other
a merchant that sells his goods
is free if he sees all as God
a man is free when he is not
identified with his form
and mind
life is free
no matter the mind play
no matter the movement
it lives forever
in peace and stillness