It is all a game.
Nothing is real.
We wail at what is
only smoke and mirrors.
Nothing is personal.
Nobody can “Do” anything
to me. I am not.
I
am
a
thought
soaring
I go where I place
my attention. I
summon with a thought,
repel with one, too.
I stand outside of this
world which does not
exist and watch who
I am not.
I Am
and I am not
I Am
We
Thee
All
This is actually really good. I like the rhythm of the poem, its almost like a chant.
Was just re-reading Depak Choopra’s book , ” How To Know God” and was reading the same information.. I must be in Sync with the Universe, and that is nice.
that’s pretty cool and very applicable too. it’s all just an appearance, smoke and mirrors, the game is almost over tho, the age of maya is no more. <3
beautiful