Deep within a dark mountain
Peering like some invisible child
Through walls of stone
Silence fills the air
As the poems form without words
Images tell a story
Of a time that once existed
A voice within
Whispering the secrets of life itself
This life is but a dream
An illusionary construct developed by the ego
A primeval projection of the illustrious mind
A self divided by objective duality
Us and them
Now and then
All forms folding in onto themselves
Infinite possibilities rendered in time
Nothing is static
Chaos creates patterns that are not uniform
The only escape from the entropy of equilibrium
The universe as we know it is ever-expanding
But what do we truly know of this universe?
How can we possibly comprehend the ever changing nature of nature?
The curious monkey of mind swings from concept to concept
The awe of the unknown is the intrigue
We are experiencing the effects of time
The effects of change
Projecting our dreams
Wants
Desires
Fears
The world is what we make it
The separation is the illusion
We are all one
No death
No time
Always and forever
Shifting through bodies
Memories reset
The sound of aum
Diaries of a Yogi
Sitting on a shelf deep within the self
Original poem by David Kausek
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