A W A R E NESS
doesn’t move around.
Just wide open space.
In all its subtlety, awareness
Will crash the superstructure
Of all global false beliefs.

I am that conscious awareness
Of who “I” Am.
I, without anything attached
Vying for attention. Nothing.
Free to laugh and sing
Cry and shout
Or nothing at all.

Not a mind function
It’s of the heart.
The falsest of false beliefs
Is this “I’m not there yet.”
Who believes it is the one
We really are.