And so question after question,
belief after belief, it has somehow
come down to this: following a life lost
in a quest for meaning, one finally reaches
an impasse ... suddenly everything stops.
No going forward, no going back,
no way out, no way in, one just is,
as every wisp of thought dissolves
into the essence of awareness,
where one is in all, and all in each one.
Searching, striving, craving, grasping,
they all come to a halt at the end of time.
Nothing to hang on to, nothing to let go of,
no need for words, no need to speak,
there is nothing but this miraculous dream
rising from the boundless formless stillness
that resides at the very heart of one’s being.
And in that instant, just as one stops looking,
a world of divine truth and beauty is seen.
Yet the wonder of it is, it has always been.
