Illusion to Reality

Ideas are pretty funny “creatures”
for they make you believe who you think you are
they make you laugh
and you say you are happy
they make you cry
and you say you are sad
they make you care for another
and you think no one cares for you instead

But how can something that “makes” you
be “you” unless belief sets into picture?

An idea pops up and says
“I want someone to be around”
and hey presto!
another idea has to arise simultaneously
to match and balance the other
hence
“I don’t want to be alone”
is what you have
in vice versa both ideas dance
sometimes a cause
another time an effect
never leaving each other
matching and balancing itself at all times
making you seek and look for another

if you fulfill the idea then you are happy
failing which you
will feel dejected, probably sad too.

another Idea pops up and said
“let me not be selfish”
and its opposite, has to appear simultaneously
starting the ball rolling as “have to be selfless” idea
hence you move to help another
making you feel good
and surely you would have known by now
if help is not given in anyway
bad feelings will be yours

if Idea wants to be alone
hey presto!
another Idea pops up in pairing
wanting not to be disturb

but HELLO! wait a minute….
how long more do you want to serve Ideas?
never fulfilled except to want more?
and here you are exhausted playing its game

do you not see its opposite
inseparable
indivisible?
making you running around headlessly?

It is not that “you” are dejected
but the idea that “wants” something
already set in motion
another idea “do not want” to come into picture
for want and do not want
can only comes in pair
inseparable
indivisible

And hence you have to prepare
for the experience of elation or dejection
depending which,
the “want” Idea or “don’t want” Idea wins the race

Ideas make you cry
ideas make you laugh
ideas make you sad
ideas make you happy
and “you” merely a puppet on a string
pulled by its need
making you dance its way
unknown of its catch
subjugate to its play

and here you are thinking
you ARE happy
you ARE sad
except ideas laughing its way home
so funny
so ridiculous
this thing call IDEA

who are you without IDEAS?
surely you will like to know
but then again “like” is another idea again, rearing out its head….. sigh….

Indeed queer
indeed strange
to get caught in another’s doing
and make judgments out of it
for never once we understood our mind fully
what more of others’ act of doing!

Indeed sadness
indeed grief
to assume others’ action
making I am holier than thou
forgetting that the “I am”
is misleading me
rather than what is out there!

So easy is it to direct attention outside
difficult indeed inwards
for if outside has been the path of liberation
even monkeys, ducks or babies
would have all been enlightened
not to mention you or me
giving our attention outside
at all times?

The world terrible
the country unbearable
people evil
system unfair
there are rights
there are wrongs
rampant everywhere
but wait a minute!
wait a minute!
Ponder deeply where it is coming from!

A source so obvious and yet missed
for what is ignored cannot be seen
and hence hidden from one
as ancient as it can be.

let the Master’s voice be your guide
to lead you to see
it has never left you
for within the Mind
is found your reservoir of meanings
of bondage, of pain, of sorrow
which you have never ever left.

So halt a minute!
Pay attention!
when the Deathless Gong comes a calling
inviting you to start inquiring
as the beginning journey to God’s Home;
for if liberation is not found now
how then can it be after death?

Indeed madness
indeed stupidity…
the mind of ignorance!

Imagine imagine
you never knew what a mirror was
not to mention its function
never understood
what a reflection can do to you

and one day you step into one
shocked with disarray
how another you is separated
trapped in the frame
on the other side

from your side you see the limiting frame
sorry for the other “you” trapped within it
wallowing with dismay
in anger and vengeance
who brought your half in there

for a moment losing yourself
forgetting who you are
propelled into the illusion of the mirror
becoming the reflection of that limitation
you dreamt that you are that

as in awaken state
the next moment asleep
what is present becomes real
of the past all forgotten
not remembering it was just a dream

and here you find
a reflection that never was
an imagination of sort
of strange device that propels you here
of the impossible turned reality
of what is unreal becoming real
in a brief of forgetfulness
all are forgotten

but how can that be possible
to be on the other side
except a reflection
not even to mention any reality in it
not of 3 dimension or even a realm there
except an illusion
a great mystery

wake up wake up
soon a calling came
and before you knew it
awakening came a surprise
to realized it was just like a dream
a dream so darn real
yet nothing has really occurred
except a brief moment of forgetting
transported into timbuktu

if you can forget about wakeful state
being propelled into dream
having no conscious choice in it
Isn’t it the same
isn’t it possible
to forget yourself
as entering into the mirror
though never once have you left
except drowned in imagination
of unreal-turned-reality

come home to me
come home to me
as you gradually know…
it was you!