not of the worldly way

reader 

when life is put under a bed of thoughts 

it cannot breathe it's truth 

for it is laden with personal views 

that make it into something other than 

what it is

it cannot come thru to the heart clearly 

or speak it's silence that flows forward 

of itself 

that comes from no-thing that can be seen 

or named 

but flows from the source and is the source 

and drowns out the voices of mental habits 

all consuming and casting it's spell of bodily

identifications that takes over so strongly

this power of mind 

yet this is not to be seen as true  

this happening of illusion

but seen as something of a dream-spell that comes 

for a time and has no concrete substance that can be 

called eternal 

it is an energy that moves with desire and attachment 

which is the main holding there 

worldly men 

how they seem to be the center of the societal revolvings 

on the planet 

they speak and speak as if they are authorities on something 

but really what is within their hearts is what matters always 

not the outer coverings like gender, religion etc..

these things are like shadows over a land that cannot be  

seen clear if the speech is always separating out this and that 

and always talking of you and me and what happened yesterday 

and what will happen tomorrow 

and what i am and what you are 

and what they are and all of this kind of drama

there is not a conveying ever of what is true and right and whole 

(in the world of appearances) 

this just comes when the one sincerely searching finds the right teacher 

that can direct him/her to the well spring of life which is freedom

this cannot be found in the world of appearances and societal playing out 

that is so drenched in conspiracy, drama and deception much of the time 

and changing always onto something else without a break

this (light) cannot be found in the worldly ways of men

preacher, tell me what you know of love 

for i have heard you preaching so long and yet i have not heard the 

voice of light come thru clearly like a beautiful, unfettered stream that 

runs through all things and leaves no residue 

what have you to say about this when you speak? 

have you ears to hear the smallest voice that whispers, be still my love 

do not play so much in mind like you do 

do not make plans that inherently have within them expectations 

of something else than what is happening now 

do not seat yourself in the garden of dry and lifeless fruit  

and flowers that wither quickly
but come into yourself as a bird that soars to the heart of God 

not captured any longer by the scenery so laden with duality of men 

fly to the heart of God oh soul 

and do not tell the world your cries of how you know so much 

because when you come to the heart 

you know nothing then 

and then how will you speak of your certain philosophies and attempt 

to make yourself separate and special with so much knowledge of learning 

i will ask you then oh preacher and dear souls 

what do you haveto say then that is so learned, certain and right 

when you have been stripped of all that you thought you were?

what will you have to say then?