A living world in contradiction is what appears to be
The expression of diversity construed to “them” and “we”
One is so blind to think this pattern settles and stops there
What is above is too below it’s clear we’re not aware
If one looks we are the earth alone in space we rest
But the looking I’m describing includes “you” and “their” whole mess
If one hears we are the trees leaves rustling in the breeze
But the hearing I’m describing includes the bustling of thieves
If one feels you are your soles universe turned into grass
But the feeling I’m describing includes a universe of broken glass
If one knows you die to now thoughts trapped by time and pleasure
But the knowing I’m describing frees the mind from every measure
Inspired by Jiddu Krishnamurti