Self

A moment's surprise, a glimpse into the unknown

A serenity that pervades all, is that God?

We long to contact something above us,

But forget in our conceptualizing, that it is all engulfed within.

Words, mere signposts, seeking justification,

mind seeking clarification for what evades its essence.

There exists within it, both the means to light and to darkness,

choose what you want, but know that you co-create

of which the mind knows everything, yet at times deludes itself in vain...

Conscious surrender unto the Magnificent is the name of the game,

yet the mind feels like it is hard to tame.

Are we all blossoming into flowers unaware of their essence,

with faces painted and bodies tainted,

Artificial flowers withering away into despair and the chaos of egoic form,

Yet suddenly in joy, we bloom into a flowery meadow,

A surprise then dawns upon us, we rise above this chaotic pyre

A transcendental place of blissful awareness takes over,

How long will it last is something to be surpassed,

Give not a name, a time zone, a time limit, I meant,

For that which is Spirit is detached from the mind...

Yet calms the very nerves of the over-worked brain.

~ Raisa