A Drama of Illusion
and the Journey into Wholeness
in psyche’s dream
taught into us
from the day we are conceived
maya’s enculturated wizardry
blooms into a separatist existence
with slights of hand
with ceaseless manipulations
and with the arc of fear
maya unfolds the
realm of duality
and illusion
a drama perpetuating drama perpetuating drama
coerced into the drama
as children
as we are taught
to not play
to not wonder and be curious
our sight grows dim
as we become coerced
by adults and schooling
falling away from the beauty of childhood
into the domain of a separated identified ego
becoming
unconscious actors and actresses
fulfilling enculturated roles
taught to perpetuate cognitive dissonance
to war against the world
through traumas and pains
we force down
deep into psyche's-compartments
into programs
that dictate our reactions
unbeknownst to ourselves.
we play into scales of oppression
and stay busy
never stopping to question
or to see our contributions
it doesn’t matter to maya
poor or wealthy
conflict is maya’s delight
maya perpetually
keeps the system moving
individually and collectively
maya develops the addictiveness
of escaping
formulating the myth
that reality is full of suffering
and there is something wrong in us
that things have always been this way
enculturated as children
to feel separate
from extremes
-of making a child think that one’s voice doesn’t matter
-or giving a child whatever they want
to a school system that is not about learning
but molding children into conformity
to fit into the system's ideology
from here
we seek out from our lack or from our greed
and we fear what we don’t know or understand
and so we are pulled by pleasure
and run from pain
to keep us all buying in
making one believe that
cultural drama is a reality
for we rarely give ourselves
a moment to pause and question
so….
i paused
i questioned
and like a child
wondered into my mind
with the light of awareness
i began to see
not with intellect
but the open childlike curiosity
i peeled away layer after layer
of maya’s onion
for nothing i thought was true
nothing of culture will last
nothing of my mind was me
and i was done playing the game
i lept
over the edge of duality
no longer content
to satisfy dreams
or live in lies
i was here to expose the dream
to jump where dragons and monsters
roam
and noticed that in the realm of
heaven and hell
was impermanence
and inevitably not real
i lept
with wonder
exploring where
few want to traverse
i dove into the dark
labyrinth of psyche's roots
and mayas torturous landscape
not looking to change
not looking to identify
not looking to get rid of
but rather to see
to actually fall into
the real I
and so
i kept coming back into
the blazing light
of awareness
and
discovered in this wonder
that this light penetrates all depths
and dispels all illusion and ignorance
all fear and fragmentation
and once present
all is released
all is
and one sees
that there were never any doors nor keys
that all is right here
right now
beyond senses
beyond form
time/space
can’t enter here
truth is
and here
there are
there are no paths
only an immaculate presence
to where everything
that once was
is no longer
divisions and beliefs
don’t exist
and the idea of getting better
dissolves like clouds
there is no hierarchy
in this infinite wholeness
in awareness
where
sight becomes clarity
maya is perceived directly
and the enculturated psyche's drama
is seen as
nothing more than a mirage
with the childlike
open wonder
with the childlike open horizons
i am here
beyond all words
all symbols
all ideas
flowing
is where i am
not in holding back
not in covering up
not in appearances
not forced on others
love is
here
right here
there lies nothing else
all is
wholeness
which can’t be contained
