Waking Life

Ever present eternal being laps

  at the shores of my existence.

Gently reminding me

  there is no me.

Gently washing lifetimes

  of identities,

that cling,

  as spirit soars.

 

This waking life,

   the elixir available to all,

beyond the reach of mere words,

   drips in, seeps in.

Allowing, dissolving

  what we previously resisted,

griped,

   and judged.

 

I reach past the mind,

  simply,

and the waterfall of being

  stares back,

laughs,

  moves,

in me…

  me?

Mary