be blessed

what has this i to say about the world?

it makes up stories of this and that

it makes up ill-usions of here and there 

and me and you 

it knows not the world at all 

it knows not the one beautiful source 

it knows not that which all flows from 

it knows not your true name and face 

it knows not what is wondrous 

it knows not what is full and complete 

it knows not what rises of love and freedom

it knows not the mysterious heart of all 

it knows not what death and birth are truly

it knows not what your soul is in reality 

it knows not your experience at the moment 

it knows not who you are truly

it knows not how deep love lives 

it knows not how deeply love feels 

it knows not your relations or your world truly

it knows not your form or your mannerisms

or the words that flow or the actions 

done or not done

it knows not your footsteps in the world 

or your good deeds or your misery

or your successes

it knows nothing truly as it is insentient

unaware, only an energy of motion

that you have attached to and hold near

but dear, these thoughts vanish all the time 

and are forgotten .. they cannot be reality

do not feed them with awareness

come and be blessed like the saints and 

masters and Buddhas 

they are here and are still as the deepest 

ocean 

and untouched by this shakti play

come and be blessed by this energy of heart 

and live free 

do not accept this mind as truth 

be free and *aware* of heart, joy, beauty,

pure life and om

and allow this grace to shine and dissolve 

this *other* nature that has never been 

alive in a true way

what is alive is this moment and it lives always 

as one undivided whole

forget the drama way 

be blessed by the ones that know what is 

true 

and live in beautiful quiet always