It is not that we are not already full of enlightenment, we are
The trouble comes from how we decided to act as if we do not know
In the grand scheme of things, from an omniscient point of view, we know it all
Somehow we let ourselves be hoodwinked by our minds, our own minds chose the sky
Now it is a well-known metaphor that the sky is not unlike the mind
Of course, we see the sky but it is not really there much like our own minds
To this we attribute the notion of our thoughts to passing clouds above
These clouds, clearly, we see as we know our own thoughts, we write them down as words
However, images are also thoughts, ideas, feelings and emotions
Art in various forms manifests our own thoughts as singular visions
To say art is beauty is to accept the real as transformed by the mind
We know when we focus our concentration on thoughts, feelings, emotions
Exactly here is mind as a vessel contains the contents within it
As imperceptible as the sky we believe is blue in the daylight
Reality slips through our fingers and our grasp as we try to grab it
Enter the stream of thought, it is ephemeral, fleeting, passing beneath
Nothing is as it seems and yet what we believe is real slips from our grasp
Only time remains still, the clocks push time forward but time itself sits still
Time is but a construct as we envision it, we are late or early
As we conceive all time, we manifest a God as divine in vision
Language says to not say or write God but YHWH or G-d or adonai
Really, words are constructs with values equal to their use by a speaker
Exactly when did we say this way is not the way to speak, let's speak like this
And in this way, we let language divide people into categories
Divisions separate people from each other to share the sky as blue
Yet, we know the sky is imaginary space, not unlike a blue dome
Forget that we forgot we are all already enlightened in our minds
Understanding conceives what is given as real, what is true we believe
Life is what we believe is real, what is given within phenomena
Listen to the wind speak, it does not speak in words, yet it howls and whistles
Other phenomena, such as catastrophes define our survival
For our struggles make us stronger within our minds, yet this is illusion
Enlightenment exists as an idea handed down for generations
Nothing but stories show that anyone has been awakened beyond doubt
Light is either photons, a lack of gravity, or a clear sense of play
If one is to hazard what is at play, call it what you may, the blue sky
God was once considered having blue-colored skin, an avatar of god
How God and god and G-d differ is but a game, none of it may exist
Though we believe it true, this delusion of mind, but first what is the mind
Entertaining as thoughts digress along a slope slide towards the bottom
Nothing is for certain but what we know is true, truth is what we believe
Maybe art is better to discuss these matters as words get in the way
Even to use logic, premises, conclusions, a syllogism states
Nothing is for certain, what is certain is true, therefore nothing is true
Though valid but not sound, an argument sits still full of concentration
We meditate on breath not thoughts, ideas, feelings, emotions, these hide truth
Enlightenment inside us as we meditate, as we sit still, let be
As body and mind drop away, we become scared, hide within our egos
Relax and let the waves subside within the mind, all there is is this breath
Everything becomes light, full of light and playful, pouring God into God
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