#11: Gift of Nobody

When asked, "Who are you?"

You jump in instant response.

Is this truly your knowing,

Or a way to fabricate your biggest foul?

The images you've created

Looks so real and feels so profound.

Your mind and illusion are now best friends

And reality is always left out.

How many days will pass by?

How many events will be the same?

When every opportunity to look within

Will be dealt with the same, old, stale you?

The fear is not to discover the unknown

The fear is to let go of the only thing you know.

Drama is not only your gaping need,

It's the only way for you to survive.

Allow sincerity to lead you far,

And show you the bliss within.

If you believed drama was intoxicating

See the ultimate kick of a mind-free nobody.

All shackles begin with the I

And they never end because of the I.

But when you are tired and finally ready to drop the I

In the depth of nothing, you discover everything.