Self Image

The illusion of having to pretend
An empty shell held up high
Protecting itself at all cost
Ever fearing the unknown
Keeping the self locked in
Distrusting everything outside itself
Confusing narcissism with loyalty
Ferociously attacking everything
Crossing its imaginary lines

Yet praised by oh so many
Image held in the highest regard
Un-knowingly supporting the ego
Finding like-minded in its defense
Constituting lies to support prison walls
Forever fleeing from the truth
Obscuring its mirage existence
A puppet theatre full of masks
Pretending to be the true self

Seeing through the darkness
Recognizing the light within
Let the mind play with content
No need to hold on to anything
The veil is no longer obstructing
Self image mirroring the self
There is no real separation
It is all just a vague reflection
Of who we really are

The Game

What’ll happen if we’d stop looking the other way

But instead realize this isn’t our game to play

There’s nothing that needs to be done

For there’s nothing new under the sun

 

The game of power, the game of fear

The game of attention to make us hear

The game to make us believe in lies

The game to bind us with invisible ties

 

What if it only exists in our minds

That which attaches, that which binds

Uncertain of its own natural ground

Needing to fill silence with continuous sound

 

Realize that all you are reading

Is written by an ego which is bleeding

For it has discovered itself to be an illusion

And now finds itself trapped in delusion

 

Yet down deep there is an inner Knowing

That which makes the wind blowing

That which shines in the stars day and night

That which is never out of sight

 

This inner Knowing wants me to see

That this Knowing is no other than me

And for once in my life i am glad

That I am not apart from All-That-Is that

 

as posted on a blog of a friend of mine @ http://rnull.wordpress.com