Feeling trapped,
Nowhere to go
There's no escape
From this realm I know

The mind confines,
The thoughts abound
Seeking the secret
To a peace I can't find

But the walls can dissolve,
The darkness can fade,
Revealing that "I"
Is simply a masquerade

There's no separate self,
And no chains to break,
There’s no one here
Who suffers, who aches.

Herein lies the peace,
The unconditional love:
It's already done -
This is already whole.

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Love whispers in your ear:
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here...
No need to travel far
To find out what you are

All questions may drop away
Or they'll be there to stay
But love is always near
Unconditional, sincere

Love will always point
To the space within the heart
Where anything may appear
Yet no trouble is yours

It knows no bounds, no fear
Through every joy and tear
Love whispers in your ear:
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here...

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Knowing is a dream—
If you grasp it, it slips away,
If you perceive it, it won’t stay,
If you interpret, it’s astray.

Knowing is the separation
Of a self seeking solace,
Trying to find comfort,
In a world so thoughtless.

There is only what is,
Everything appearing,
Unknowable, complete,
Perfect, without caring.

Knowing is a dream
Without any morning,
Knowing is the wall
That halts light’s dawning.

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At the dawn of day
In the fresh light shine
There lies another chance
To make this one mine

Time keeps moving,
Last summer's past -
In every dawn
New memories are cast

On the other side of the sunset
There's a sunrise in the making,
And life's beaming bright
On the other side of the night.

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Don't try to understand a part of me
To do that you must push the rest away
I am whole, perfect and complete
Timeless, dimentionless, light's play.

To try to comprehend this with the senses
You must limit this already boundless freedom
Energy is free to move just as it pleases
To make or break, entwine or come undone.

Observation is creation through limitations,
Solidity is but its illusory consequence
By labeling, naming, you're continuously negating
The very nature of this absolute aliveness.

With creation comes time, and time tells a story
In which pretend characters play their role
Don't try to pull the masks off of their faces
To do that, you must push the whole away.

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Come, my friend,
Sit for a tea
Put your bag down
You're already free

It is what it is
This already is it
It's just your sense of "me"
Obstructing the reality

There's nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
You can't imagine this
Without concepts in the brain

There's no life, nor death
It's already eternity
Aparent aliveness -
Call it liberty

Where would you go?
What would you do
To arrive at the place
Without a me or you?

This might frighten you
Shake all cells in the body -
Then fear would be it
Without needing safety

So come, my friend,
Sit for a chinwag
It might just kill you
Disintegrate your bag

Then we'll be on our way
Apparently
Already a free fall
For nobody

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Awakened by the flatline hum of silence
On lovers day without the lovers
The mind brings forth a memory
Of soft piano key stroke whispers

Once, echoes of emotion danced
In ivory and ebony, and in my tears
As you sang your song for me
Of struggles, regrets, of love reappeared

It felt so raw, it felt so real
It felt like an arrival
Yet you were still holding the keys
To rooms I couldn't enter

And soon you put me back on the street
An object to be discarded
What was once felt as love so deep
Turned into the deepest darkness

This lovers day I love my wounds
And cry for this heart's healing
I pray, my way, for love's return
Unlocked, without an ending.

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Rainbows, unicorns and cotton candy
Sweet bait, and reckless promises,
Chasing colours and empty winds 
A stolen heart drowned in sadness,
Its wavelength flattened
By each passing rain
Grieving a silhouette that's growing fainter
Onto the sunset, with each drop of sand.
When night falls no one can tell
The winners from losers -
Darkness prevails.

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We love a sad story
Just not ours

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We feel we know each other
But we look through the lens of memory
We fit each other into categories
When everything is new and free

There is nothing to be done
The past cannot be lived again
This is only a free fall
In which pretend stories yearn to be held

There is never a you and me
This is just an intimate moment
There is no corner behind which love
Is hiding, waiting to be claimed

There is no present in the timelessness
Of this aliveness that requires nothing else
Yet we feel imprisoned in a reality
Created by the dance of limited senses.

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