Come back, come back To what is true To what is true in you Come back to your deepest And stay there While you take some rest Don’t fly away into imagination Whether it is good or bad Don’t lose yourself, again, In the stories you tell Or the stories you hear Don’t clutch and grab At things you think Will give you security Or reject and resist Things you think are wrong Or make you scared Come back, come back To what is true To this soft open moment Right here Inside your very breath Come back to the place Of no story No narrative No self Just this openness Let it be your sanctuary Your temple or church Your place of rejuvenation Before you fly away again Into mind’s incessant waves Of course, you can also decide Never to fly away again And that may be your greatest longing.
Beautifully expressed, thank you xx