Close your eyes; be still.
Feel each present moment,
that often is lost in a blur
of doing and acquiring
Slow the pace; feel your breath
and the harmony of here:
the quiet, gentle wisdom
of being and becoming
Release the expectations
which have bombarded your senses,
and tune into the truth
of your own innate perfection
Untether your psyche
from the realm of lack and fear,
and luxuriate in the body
that is your most sacred temple
Whether or not we see it fully,
we have been puppets and pawns
in the passionless play
of a materially-obsessed world
We’re acting out characters
we neither like nor understand;
living an unwitting charade,
for no hope of real reward
What a profligate waste
of time, energy and resources
(because you’ll never be rich,
thin, attractive or young enough)!
In scarcity, welcome abundance
with gratitude and humility;
Impecuniousness is far richer
than a lack of spiritual substance
Overwhelmed by artifice, it’s easy
to lose sight of what’s real
But there’s nothing we could need
that we haven’t always possessed
Sadly, there are no mainstream sages
to help us nurture this awareness;
The visionaries with true power and insight
have all been relegated to obscurity
The gurus in the limelight
offer little but cold comfort
to warm the existential numbness
that’s slowly taken over our souls
But there is the great equalizer: choice.
Will we continue to fruitlessly pursue
a relentless litany of unsatisfied desires
or take the reins of responsible maturity?
In the end, who gets to decide
the value and direction of our lives:
compulsive, greed-driven conformity,
or our magnificent human potential?
It would truly blow your mind
if you ever fully realized
how resplendently glorious
you absolutely (already) are
Living with conscious intention
yields often invisible, infinite rewards
and if we’re up for the challenge,
the truth is all ours to discover.
