The Problem Poem by David Taylor

You are free He said.
Uhh what was that?
You are free and unlimited.
Don't feel that way.
You are consciousness
full of bliss
infinitely lovable.
You what?
Was you talking to me?
Yes I am talking to you.
No one said that before
are you mad?
No.
You are free and unlimited.
Don't believe it.
Yes that's the problem.
Didn't think I had a problem.
No you don't.
You're free, unlimited, pure consciousness.
But you just said I had a problem.
No I didn't.
I said the problem is
you don't believe it.
So what would happen if I did believe it.
If you truly believed it
you wouldn't have a problem.