[ life thru a porthole, dept. ]

In a world of the mind, we wander;
thoughts, believed, conjure
a personalized experience
of a ‘me’ looking out at a supposed ‘you’.
Indeed, we see, but dimly.

In truth, no matter what we believe we think
is happening in our personal changing world,
we remain that constant alertness which is Seeing.
We are that choiceless loving awareness,
knowing and not-knowing,
enjoying nothing ‘other’ than the wonder
of itself, here and now, as it presents.

There is peace alone in clearly understanding
that what we are is not what we believe;
who we are is not what we conceive.
Mere words tell the stories that deceive.
The peace of our loving nature knows no war
What else do we think we’re looking for?

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