The quandaries come
From the mind's uncertainty.
Unsettled, it lashes out.
Insecure, it trails off,
Quits easily, and
Lavishes in failure.
The true Self has no queries &
Rests within the knowledge of perfection.
Awareness buoys it; cradles it in wings,
Gently carries it in flight displaying
Vistas that stretch beyond the mind.
Still doubts, fears, anxieties come;
The stifling comfort of depression
Covers man in ignorance. In the
Unwillingness to face the truth
Beings enjoy the self-torment,
Choose to suffer, prefer the
Pain of illusion to the
Death and rebirth of
The personal self.
The fullness of us watches
With eyes of bliss upon our
Adventurous procession, ne'er
Blinking, ne'er judgding, with
Infinite patience awaiting our
Ripening into the questionless
Clarity, the problemless expanse.
@d-pend