The Dance

Thoughts and sensations are beautiful things,
Unless their content is understood as the truth,
Then, we become a slave to the sound of their ring,
And for a while, get lost like a frightened youth,
Chasing shadows and seeking sooth.

But, as we recognise, we are the source of these things,
And there is no separate substance to their appearance,
Then, we are like a parent listening to our children sing,
And, from the safety of our silent, indestructible residence,
We can love and not get lost in their dance of impermanence.

Then, we can enjoy thoughts and sensations as beautiful things,
Free of the fear of believing we are the sound of their ring,
And with innocence, enjoy their spontaneous flow,
As the dance of the love we know,
That is all there ever is to their transient transparent glow.

Love

Freyja