A fake world

I look into the abyss of deception and illusion.
The world dances in fictitious clothes,
plays theatre on an interactive stage.

Where there is deception, there is intention behind it,
To steer us in the dictates of apparent goals,
as Gold and silver promises

Pretended reality, dreams without life
that capture us, play with us,
intoxicate us, convince us, bait us.

Who or what deceives us,
with what reason behind it?
So that we don’t see ourselves, understand ourselves?

So that we do not rise up
out of deception and illusion,
not recognise the truth?

So that we find ourselves
only on the stage of space and time,
as beings without being beings.

Every illusion, every deception reveals
the traitor, this drama life,
as an acted game, a dreamlike reality.

We are not the body, nor matter,
we are veiled spirits, eternal life
that has yet to discover itself.

May we wake up from this nightmare.

Unknown poet

This world is not our Home

Mind – the animal in us

The mind is like a wild animal,
which can only be tamed
by the grace of God.

Longing for the Creator
is like a prayer,
surely heard by Him.

Unknown writer

Living eternity

What does not become
is not subject to becoming,
is unchangeable,
immovable,
has no time,
no space,
no beginning,
no end,
is as It is:
One and All,
Alpha and Omega,
neither this nor that,
Just Eternal Existence.

Anonymous writer

Beyond Nothing and Everything

Nothing comes
from Nothing.
Unless:
Nothing is contained
in Everything
and Everything
is contained
in Nothing.

Unknown poet