There seems a veil that keeps me bound
To just this skin, this head, this ground.
A shroud that hides infinity
And blinds this one caught in duality.
I seek to lift this veil, to know
The light beyond all things that show.
I search for ways to move above
The clouds that shield eternal love.
This veil appears so dense and thick
Each thought and hope and prayer and trick
To pierce beyond remains in vain,
The veil remains, obscures all gain.
Until I notice, wait, there is
No substance to this artifice!
It’s just a dream, gossamer and thin,
This airy veil I built within.
No thicker than the misty forms
That frighten children during storms.
Made of the same ephemeral stuff
That clouds shape-shift when winds are rough.
This shroud is not some prison wall,
But just my self, imagined all.
When I stop falsely identifying
With each ephemeral form arising,
The veil dissolves, was never there,
And only vastness to declare!
No boundary between the true
And shifting masks this nothing wore.
Now free, released from captive thrall
Of being this, or that, or all –
No longer bound in form’s insistence,
Revealed in simple, naked existence.