Stumbling along barely able to help myself,
Sure I may share a morsel, but the search goes on.
Who knows what I’m looking for?
Something to heal my doubts & fears?
Do I even know the nature of health?
Like in a dream, sleeping I struggle to awake.
Teacher talks, do I hear? Who can help me?
Hungry I stumble along, sure I eat but do I digest.
What is all this? A projections of mind?
Objects, observers, comments, reviews;
Just one little storm on a mental sea.
Like time & space, just moments in mind.
Storms on the sea.
When Sky is clear & mirror bright, all this fades away.
And I am that which I seek. Clear & Bright.
Yes, Thou Art That; I hear it now.