Honest (for Sunday Scribblings)

The honest truth

Is

That I am 

Everything

You think I am

And 

Everything

I think I am

And

None 

Of the above

Going home

Every morning I retreat into my cross-legged abode

The body in perfect position to settle the mind

I walk the familiar steps of my practice

Without expectation

And sometimes

Out of the blue

A door opens

And I go home

To that place of stillness and peace

Where everything is already perfect

Laziness and Resistance

Here you are again

Like shadows following my every step

I can’t shake you off

No matter how fast I run

You don’t understand the word “no”

You won’t go away when I ask you

So instead I shall try and embrace you

Even praise you

Come

Sit down

Keep me company

I shall overcome you with acceptance

And love you into defeat

Suspended Reality (for Sunday Scribblings)

When I suspend my beliefs for just a moment

Let go of what I grasp at as real

I enter the space beyond the stories

The gap where past and future don’t exist

And dwelling in that concept-less abyss

Allows me to see clearly

What my true nature is