Locked up in one’s own mind

Who knows nothing else
than his own prison,
thinks it is his life,
his home, his normality,
cannot differentiate.

We are prisoners and prison guards,
as well as prison
at the same time.

True freedom is beyond
one’s own mind,
is pure consciousness
is a different world,
one’s real Home.

Detached from ego and mind,
from matter and maya.

Anonymous writer

Chasing a ghost

We only see the reflection of ourselves,
not the original behind it.

Our life is only a reflection,
it is not the life behind it.

We have identified ourselves with this reflection
and have forgotten ourselves in this process.

The world appears in this light of illusion,
like the moonlight that does not shine from itself.

We have taken shape,
have become our own reflection.

We are making fools of ourselves,
chasing a shadow

Anonymous writer

Observer

Seemingly life moves
in time and space.
Real life remains motionless,
without space and time.

Unknown writer

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

Illusion of separation

Enveloped ignorance, focus on power
On money, prestige, possessions,
On intellect, ego, and mind
Are the biggest problems of our time
Split us and our society
Lead to envy, false desires
To hatred and violence
Fight against ourselves
To false ideals, false goals
Wraps us in ignorance

But we are all one
One with the One
Have forgotten this unity
Feel otherness, separateness

Separated from Whom or What?

The soul unites
The mind separates…

We do not even belong to ourselves
Everything belongs to the endless ocean
Every single drop

We do not see the puppeteer
The strings in His hand…

We are like moving shadows
Who think they are moving themselves
Without seeing the light behind
That makes them move

We are one with Him

Unknown writer