In the dark lonely hours when I was with myself,
Questions and nagging doubts got down from the hidden dark shelves.
Where I had stacked them neatly, buried them deeply to prevent the anxiety from taking a hold.
Why am I here? Where did I come from? Who am I?
Stood out one by one before me.
Pointing a finger and asking me not to hide them, but begging me to free them with an answer instead.
I got many books on hold,
Read through the scriptures that were told.
Listened to the teachers who said
They had all the answers in their fold.
Tried many a tricks, followed many a pricks
Felt used and disoriented as I still had no answer to the questions that stood.
As I lay awake in the dark with my heart so heavy,
Deciding finally, to lock those questions tightly.
In the silence of that night I finally heard
A little voice crystal clear.
You are the answer to the questions asked.
Look within and find the spark.
That which pervades this whole wide world,
Is waiting inside for you to unfold.
No master, no books can take you in there,
For you are your own master for your soul to bare.
Sit in silence and watch your own breath
It is as simple as that.
Then you realize beneath the cloud of thoughts on the sky of your SELF
A shining light that is in every flower, every bee and the kelp.
Then you find the peace, the joy, the happiness that you have searched around,
Waiting for you to unlock and for it to unbound!