That place where the mind can't slip in,
Where memory, projection and senses fade,
Opens today, now, for total surrender
Of those willing to dive into the Truth.
Already immortal, but crawling as imagined humans,
Thrown often in suffering, despair or inbalance,
It's time to cease riding the mind's twisted roads,
And fall deep within the silent Emptiness.
This space, in which all experience arises
Is the last place you thought to look,
As you got fooled by the content of life,
But finally you can rest as Nothingness,
As the nameless non-Self.
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening, emptiness, life, spirit, truth
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