My ego is the servant of my heart
Bringing forth into the world of things
That which is spoken of in the ripplings of the waters that flow through the heart cave
Imagining myself as one with everything
Is not the same as experiencing the oneness that is everything.
Am I here?
Am I using the eyes in my head
Or am I using the eyes in my ego?
Am I using the ears on my head
Or am I using the ears of my ego?
Is my ego playing captain of the ship?
Guardian of the vessel?
Or is it humbly carrying
In open hands
to the heart cave
the messages that the universe is offering
writing on the underbelly of every leaf
And within every cell
And on the wings of each butterfly?
Who’s running this ship?
This organic machine
with the community of things
that makes up the universe.
As atoms are the parts that make us up
all of us
are the building blocks of the oneness of all things
that we call the universe
that we call God
that we call Tao
that we call nothing
as what name could the all of everything as one
possibly fit within?
Illusions dance before our eyes
and our egos are gullible
and forget to look behind the curtain
through the form
to the formless.
Illusions of form
and are illusions.
all made up of atoms
that are bound to one another
through the push
lets throw a word on it
and pretend 6 letters is the very everything of everything
and no longer trip on its miraculous
make no mistake my child
those that came before
those that are still here
those that always have been
we are holy