A suspicion arises

Perhaps from a book

Or a voice..or a review

Of a lifetime..Or none

Of these..perhaps

A quiet time with

Everything shelved for

A delicious moment..

Allowing Nothing to

Dawn..with a glance

At the shelf..recognizing

Nothing as Dreaming...

There is awakening:

The joy of finding..at last

Our true Self..the expansive

Newness which has

Poked and prodded so long..

But apparently remaining

Are naps of forgetting

Which induce the sleep we

Once endured..until

A new remembering

Whisks heavy eyelids...

From the hilltop

We observe our

Searching paths:

Winding and tortuous..

So to recognize

That the hilltop

Is not a place

But What we Are..

In which our paths:

Winding and tortuous

We have trod...

The Picture:

Nothing as Everything

That's the Total

All there is..

That's it..

And you are not

In the picture..

Yet..be not troubled

For You are the Picture...!

Mirrors

Can tell us who we are

And who we are not..

Our conventional minds

See mirrored-objects:

That's me..!

(Yesterday..today..tomorrow..)

However..

To the Self..the mirror itself

And the appearances are

Fleeting images of

Seeming separation..yet

Simultaneously:

Nothing/everything...

Power..apparently

Is the mover and shaker

In our world..it is

Buried in a religion of

Separation..and wedded to

Another belief: I am

I plan..I control..I know..

Freedom..real Freedom

Is thereby darkened

Until..the dream is dreamt..

Awakening...

Can tell us who we are

And who we are not..

Our conventional minds

See mirrored-objects:

That's me..!

(Yesterday..today..tomorrow..)

However..

To the Self..the mirror itself

And the appearances are

Fleeting images of

Seeming separation..yet

Simultaneously:

Nothing/everything...