The Muse is Hidden



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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