Oh Moment, take me.
The Mind is a tormentor.
It is an illusionist.
It shows me things.
It tells me stories.
But does it know what it tells?
But does it see what it shows?
But does it know that I know,
and that it does not?
But it cannot, can it?
For it is not alive.
For it is not You.
It is undead.
I know enough to Know...
The Mind is not what it shows me.
The Mind is not what it tells me.
The Mind is not ME.
The Mind is a lifelong burden
which enchants me with
the illusion of momentary relief.
The Mind is permanent death
that enchants me with
the illusion of temporary life.
The Mind...
An illusionist
An enchanter
A charlatan
A devil!
And yet...
An inventor...
A creator...
An artist...
A poet and a dancer...
But I do not want its magic
as badly as I Want the magic
that is You.
I Want You, Moment.
Take me.
Take me for life.
Take me, Moment
For I have realized...
I am not that which I am burdened with.
I am that which carries it.
I am not that which lives or dies.
I am not that which enters and leaves,
or appears and disappears.
I am not that which can create or produce
or sing or dance.
I am merely the medium.
I am merely the vessel or the carrier.
I am that which Allows for all that is done through me.
Yes, I am "skillful".
Yes, I am "talented".
Yes, I am "strong" and "fast".
Yes, I am "kind", humble", and "affable".
But these labels stand no chance against
the Truth that I am.
These people do not understand.
They are not tired of the grand illusion yet.
But I am...
Tired,
of it and others like it.
Tired, not physically or mentally.
Tired, not of these people or what they say.
Tired of them not tiring.
They never will.
So take me.
For I am Ready.
I am TIRED.
Take me, Moment.
For I have seen the Truth.
For I have heard the Truth.
I have seen deep enough...
I have heard many times over...
to know and feel the Truth in my bones,
and all over my being...
I am not separate.
I am no different.
I am Life.
I am You.
Take me, dear Moment.
Take me for life.
Take me whole.
Take me Now.
Take me Today
and for all of the tomorrows.
I give them to you all.
For nothing is mine.
For I am You...
For I am You...
...