as darkness claims existence by diminishing the light,
your mind wins from you your own power,
when you allow
experiences to enthrall your awareness into flight.
the world and all experiences
are irrelevant to the beingness you are,
so don’t allow your self
to be taken for a ride,
you are stillness:
craving and aversion
cannot move who you truly are.
the mother of dreams has clothed your formlessness into form,
given you a 1000 false names;
fed you a 1000 little lives
of hollow pleasures and empty pains,
all to give mass to your weightless heart.
your mind fishes for your soul
dangling images before your heart,
but this web of dreams;
built of silken fears and baited desires,
can not catch the essence of who you are.
What good are Buddhas and Masters,
if they walk away from sinners,
and look down at you in disgust?
Only your own determination
can take you to the goal.
Close every door to the world in your heart,
stand alone and steadfast in equanimity.
Saints can read your mind thinking they can weigh your heart,
but you are not the seeds you carry or have sewn.
Nothing eternal changes and nothing that changes is eternal,
and you my friend,
are nothing that can be measured,
and nothing that can be known.
Break every vow and promise your own mind drew from you,
forget the world and the names and roles it gave to you,
cast away your life story and all your plans;
no experience can inform you of who you are,
and no experience can fill the absence you yearn to fill,
you don’t need to know where you are or what’s the time,
here and now,
you are, and only your own presence can fill your empty heart.