When the idea of being someone dies

When all you were is a blur
all you hoped for
lived your life for
a hot bubbling blister on the sidewalk of life

When you see so clearly
that seeing feeling being
wipes out all reference points
for what was

When hopes of healing
of escape worthiness love
melt the adhesive veil and
fall in love with Now

When ideas of better
best right wrong good bad
shimmer in the soup
of divisionless eternity

When the all-encompassing heart opens
infinitely unconditionally embracing
life as it is … human and divine
exactly as they are

No one is bound for
no one was ever here and yet
everything goes on
an enchanting expression of oneself