The day I realised the extraordinary
Power of the Universe
I began to take refuge in letting go.
First it was my possessions:
I took no pleasure in personal property
Felt lighter free from attachment.
Then it was my body:
I wanted nothing, but to share the little I had.
I esteemed each new person higher
Than the last and easily above myself.
Each event good or bad,
Was a gift so great because
I did not conceive it.
And when I did, I denied all liability.
Is this life just of the Universe
Or do I have a piece of power?
If each presence is a present to me,
How could I return the favour
While I'm busy falling into the flow of life?
Living through a series of passive actions
Can wear on your mind.
You become a shell.
Full of other people's opinions, actions....
Then stiff like a marionette,
Always performing for others pleasure
Saying only what they want to hear.
And when you realise these leers
Are as hollow as your actions,
You become heavy and possessive.
I saw my reflection and realised
I'd achieved the very opposite of my aim.
When I lost control I lost myself.
There was nothing new I'd gained.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
The day I realised the extraordinary
Power of the Universe
I began to take refuge in letting go.
First it was my possessions:
I took no pleasure in personal property
Felt lighter free from attachment.
Then it was my body:
I wanted nothing, but to share the little I had.
I esteemed each new person higher
Than the last and easily above myself.
Each event good or bad,
Was a gift so great because
I did not conceive it.
And when I did, I denied all liability.
Is this life just of the Universe
Or do I have a piece of power?
If each presence is a present to me,
How could I return the favour
While I'm busy falling into the flow of life?
Living through a series of passive actions
Can wear on your mind.
You become a shell.
Full of other people's opinions, actions....
Then stiff like a marionette,
Always performing for others pleasure
Saying only what they want to hear.
And when you realise these leers
Are as hollow as your actions,
You become heavy and possessive.
I saw my reflection and realised
I'd achieved the very opposite of my aim.
When I lost control I lost myself.
There was nothing new I'd gained.
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