"Empty Mind"
November 18th
An empty mind, is what you find
When you look…
beyond the eyes.
There is nothing there that you can see,
no-thing at all
but the True You/Me.
Words can’t explain tranquility,
or the brightness of what one can be
When they’re not thinking too seriously,
of who they are,
completely free.
You're in a Dream, though it may seem
More real to one … than anything
It's been set up this way
To distract the mind from serenity
if you knew…
what you are in
There’d be no drama or anythin’
And that’d be too booooooring for the mind
it’s job is to seek
Not to fiiiiiind
What is Here beyond all things
Beyond the stories
Beyond the dreams
Of you and me
And History
To find out that it’s
all
Make – believe
Would be too much for the mind to grasp
Though in an instant is where it lasts
Cause once revealed
there’s no going back
There is no forward
There is no track
The train’s come to is resting place
The holy instant one calls “Grace.”
And worlds and planets and the universe
In this one instant are disbursed
Into pix-e-lated dissolution
Which Tru-ly is the entire Solution
To the undoing of what you thought
You never were…you are not.
And a smile appears
upon the face
Of the return
In-fin-ite space
Around the sun and back again.
Just to be where one began
Never moved a single inch
It was only the mind
one was entrenched
and now that one
has eyes to Be
An Empty Mind
With which you See.
When you look…
beyond the eyes.
There is nothing there that you can see,
no-thing at all
but the True You/Me.
Words can’t explain tranquility,
or the brightness of what one can be
When they’re not thinking too seriously,
of who they are,
completely free.
You're in a Dream, though it may seem
More real to one … than anything
It's been set up this way
To distract the mind from serenity
if you knew…
what you are in
There’d be no drama or anythin’
And that’d be too booooooring for the mind
it’s job is to seek
Not to fiiiiiind
What is Here beyond all things
Beyond the stories
Beyond the dreams
Of you and me
And History
To find out that it’s
all
Make – believe
Would be too much for the mind to grasp
Though in an instant is where it lasts
Cause once revealed
there’s no going back
There is no forward
There is no track
The train’s come to is resting place
The holy instant one calls “Grace.”
And worlds and planets and the universe
In this one instant are disbursed
Into pix-e-lated dissolution
Which Tru-ly is the entire Solution
To the undoing of what you thought
You never were…you are not.
And a smile appears
upon the face
Of the return
In-fin-ite space
Around the sun and back again.
Just to be where one began
Never moved a single inch
It was only the mind
one was entrenched
and now that one
has eyes to Be
An Empty Mind
With which you See.
