Prompted from Within

In Total Silence, I can hear Your prompting
Like Life Itself Wants to Say something

Ever Contended, You want to Play
You want to Do

Like a Child's Play,
where the Pleasure is In the Play

How Serious we make all this
How Simple it Really is


Forget the Titles, the Names, the Recognition
These are Hollow Tin Cans that make Loud Noises

Drink from the Deep Ocean of Nectar called Life
It brings Opportunities unsought, so that You can Play
For thou Art Life, and Life wishes to Live

It is as it is

You are always Contended
And yet always in Action
And yet always in Rest

The false You does not know this Peace
The false You talks of Action
The false You talks of getting no Rest
The false You talks of things to Do
The false You talks of things not done in the Past

You are always Here
You don't Have to Do
And yet You Do
With complete Joy and Peace

Know ThySelf
It is not the false You you routinely Think of
It is the You when you Stop