The trouble is …..
you think you were meant to be understood,
you were only meant to be felt
You think you have a position in relation to something, you don’t
You are everything, everything is you
you think permanence exists, security exists, stability exists………they don’t exist
You think there are words that can capture experiences of the heart and the divine
You think I know anything, I don’t,
I’m a monkey just like you.
Go into the silence,
ask it things,
hear what notes
the vibration of your soul plays,
learn to dance and move to those notes,
let those notes become you,
feel them in your heartbeat and your muscles,
hear the composer that lies in your heart
in the silence,
we are gearing up for the greatest symphony ever played,
what can stop it?
any thought that says you aren’t a divine,
annihilate it with the star-light at your core,
you are a beautiful angel,
you always have been,
let’s celebrate now.