Everything you create
Your world is a reflection of you
How you feel, how your fear
How you see, contain and be
How you muse, how you create
How you as you have formed this fate
When seeing you in everything
You see the self as all it’s been
As all it is, can be and more
You, within, hold this door
Interconnectedness are links inside
Every part of your being must die
To be renewed from old to new
Where nothing separates you from you
Your intellectual knowing recedes
Your thoughts become floating seeds
Your body it moves as you become
The eyes stop bringing itself undone
In games of hide and seek and toil
To prove itself a worthy coil
A serpents mind, strong and ready
To strike the blows, the bites unsteady
Instead we see, our broken mess
Can no longer be confined to a mindful test
It must lend itself beyond its veil
Where illusion continues
To bind it’s tail
The head of serpent stirs to show
Where harm is done and body mellow
Holding back from itself to bear
The fullness of its serpent stare
The blood that boils in resistant strain
Where life has lost momentum chained
Becomes you yourself
As the serpent snared
Believing all it knows is fair
So as you look into your eyes
Be blinded by your truth or lies
Be awake to hear the truth you deny
Forge the serpents path to die
To rid yourself of every ail
Every pain and suffering failed
Delete the past, those memories
Nothing left
It all must leave
You as serpent will have no choice
If time upon you forces voice
From within to break those chains
You the watcher can surely gain
Not by antagonistic, victim toils
Broken messy festered boils
You the serpent have the choice
To look at your life
To herald rejoice..
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Free from all thought of “I” and “mine”, that man finds utter peace. ~Bhagavad Gita
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