With sweat and effort
Lumbering at pace
Your breath is heavy
Your heart is racing
The thrill of running on
The thrill of exhaustion
You’ve covered some distance
But there is always a little more to go
The mind’s treadmill
Is a state of the art affair
Equipped with a high-definition monitor
And surround sound stereo
You can watch your favorite shows
Even search older episodes
For the dramas, tragedies, and comedies you have come to cherish
Sooner or later though
You remember you signed up for Interval training
And the treadmill is supposed to be programmed to stop occasionally
Instead it seems to be programmed only to increase incline and speed over time
Eventually you come to see that it is a futile exercise
After all your not getting anywhere
So you call for your personal trainer
But they are too busy with some One else
Will you keep running?
I say: Just turn the treadmill off yourself
And head for the shower!
Do you hear the Unstruck percussion?
Does it call you to dance?
Can you see without sight,
The sun behind the mind?
Breathless, do you catch the scent of the wild rose?
Some won’t believe, they turn away laughing
The wise man is rendered silent
I have become inebriated with the spirits
Of God’s distillery
After all I have nothing to lose,
Your reputation precedes you
If we speak
Let it be for Love
A signpost on the seeker’s way
Pointing the sacred pilgrimage to Self
The sea is churning in stillness
Waiting without waiting
Don’t be confused by Its saltless waters
Its gift is Its sweetness
This is where anger and fear
Are washed clean
In the theatre of personality
The stage is set.
The spotlight of the mind is aimed at the great velvet curtain
It imagines to be veiling the Being.
The moment is come,
The curtain is pulled!
To heighten the anticipation.
But the stage is empty.
Just then the being removes Its special
Invisible virtual reality 3-D super glasses
The whole thing was.
The newest Vital Force Productions feature film…
From the makers of something comes…
Who can appreciate this?
And then, and then, and then!?
Persona is always awaiting stage directions
The mind behind,
Anticipates a climax
Where are the fireworks?
The explosion of color?
Your being is not an event
It is simply watching the vital force
Directing the choreography
Though at times the drama is compelling
It is especially hard not to sympathize
With the main character
At the moment of death
The curtain is drawn
The show is over
No one is left to sigh for relief
Yet someone rests in peace
Who will see that there is no contradiction?