Freeman

Freeman

Let my mind
Toy and joy with
With compassion, kindness and equanimity
Let it be that nobody
Believe in something
Since it is
The tradition to do so
Or it is in the scriptures
Or it is hearsay
Heresy
And my teacher said so

Let there be no bias
Towards a notion
Specious reasoning
Faith
Liking
Soothing to the ear
For repeated hearing
Do not go upon
By rumour
Nor upon surmise
Nor upon a lovely axiom
Or just by pondering over
But by ones own realization
Greed, hate and ignorance
Are not the root causes?
The birth, decay and death
Are the miseries

And until one knows
By oneself
That what must be done?
Has been done
There is no more to be done
No more to come
The life has been exhausted.
Truly
The freedom is achieved
From within

Mind boggling question

Mind boggling question

Mind is
Fluid
Frequently
Flying
To reach
A distant goal
Flitting
And Fleeing
Why not call
It a mystery?
Which it is

Instead of the
Ill conceived
Ill understood
All abiding
All encompassing
Term called consciousness
Which truly
Is a misnomer par excellence