A Life Of Clichés We Lead Poem by Raj Arumugam

a life of clichés
we lead
inspired by a mind dependent on authority;
like children in search of security and playthings and lollies
we go all the way from birth to death and the afterlives we visualize
savoring, all the while, the philosophies and consolations
and Revelations
that we devise and accumulate;
can one see this
and discard everything
the deceptive mind creates?
so that one starts with nothing, with no conditioning?
can one see with clarity, with no preconceptions?
and see perhaps what is actually before us and within,
simply observing what actually is?