Roles we play
In all the roles you’ve set yourself too
Do you ever wonder what you do?
In work and play and even risk
Our life of roles will often kiss
Kiss and meet us to understand
Why we do what we do and plan
Are those roles attached to your past ?
Or are you wisely fulfilling your part ?
In something beyond the roles you’ve formed
Attached and believed, identified as your norm?
When emptiness of self prevails
Without a thought of olden ways
You’ll end that mould
And close those roles
Changed and moved beyond the veil
Of your old and stale illusionary tale
Identity no longer bares
The remnants of a life you snarred
But rather now, in this moment new
You become a greater view
Without identity formed from life
You no longer see yourself as a wife
No longer see yourself a teacher, right?
A boss a bully or even a judge
A father, leader, a broken thud!
Without this identity named,
Without attachments you still claim
You become an empty flame
A burning emblem of your broken mess
Eternally enriched by your own respect
So can you drop the person you are?
Believe in as you without any shards?
Without those remnants claimed as you?
Where you sit as nothing, through and through?
In this stillness, where no more your bound
A place emptied fully of contents abound
You’ll discover the roles you played
No longer serve the current way
The game of life begins anew
As you stand before the crew
They’ll look at you and wonder why
You look so happy, your authentic smile
Is so bright and clear and alive
They’ll give their reasons, they’ll weigh it up against
Something you’ve done are doing or spent
No one can ever truly know
If they haven’t been where you’ve flowed
Without the form labelled and bound
They will see you clear and maybe frown
How can this be, they might even ask?
Where is the person, they have known to last?
So in being you, standing tall, without attached to old day laws
You can smile and be as you’ve designed
Ended as the broken lines
No more those roles can make you weak
But stronger as the spirit seeks
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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