You seem to see
You know you seem
To see
You seem to know
You know this
It’s all crystal clear
This understanding
This dream
You are aware
And you
are not
Colors and shapes
And shadows
Dance in front of your eyes
You close your eyes
Their dance continues
Remember
Imagine
Sharing and shedding
Love, joy, blood and tears
Stories
Arising, merging, fading
The spectrum of seeing, of thinking assumes
A beginning, an end
What was the first thought you remember, this morning?
The first thought from where you began?
What was your last thought yesterday, before you fell asleep?
What thought is it now?
Can you reproduce it?
Can you pick the cherries out of the thought stream? Can you exclude the nightmares?
Can you choose to be happy?
What is this freedom if it demands your surrender? Intention? Practice? Presence?
Control over the thought stream?
Who owns the thought stream?
Can you control this story?
It might or might not
Dawn on you
How futile this is
How volatile
All the blood and tears shedding for truth
The real truth
Separating
the lie from the truth
the good from the evil
the right from the wrong
the awake from the sleep
The hell you fear
Is made out of belief
Gods, demons
You name it
The closer you get
The deeper, the darker the abyss
The unknown
And then
when you seem to know this unknowing
Unknowing doesn’t know
you
