Life, that is ever free

Becomes imprisoned within

The walls of the human mind.

Ego, attachment, desire and fear

Do not allow it to move freely…

To come and go-

Without being subject to

Ownership, design, desire…

And moral confusion.

We trap life.

We want it to serve

Our limited sense of self.

But life that is creative and ever new

Will have nothing to do with our staleness.

Itself, free of the past

And open to the future;

Without memory and desire,

It uses time and the illusion of persistence

To create the conditions

By which we come to desire

Our own end.

Can we learn

To meet life with pure presence?

Can we come to see

That the treadmill of the mind

Is not life?

That it has no name,

No designation, no agenda

No attachments, no conditions

That your wish

May be its command,

But not its true calling.