You Are THIS

You are the love and beauty 
You see in the world
It doesn't come from 
Babies, or pets, or flowers
Or your job or labels
Or places you have visited
It is nowhere outside of you

Once you uncover THIS--you'll see
There is nowhere and no one
That can enhance
Or improve upon THIS 
There are only distractions
But no subtractions
Or additions to THIS

THIS love--God--pure consciousness
THIS Home, THIS Om, 
Is what we are made of
Wars happen, illness happens
But they don't change THIS 
Like a movie doesn't change the screen
It is projected onto
We remain inviolable 

So rest knowing
That even the most beleaguered 
Can be at peace 
Once the distractions 
Are seen through
Our minds have been hacked
Made to listen to its stories
To feel its feels
To fix what isn't broken
Over and over for eons

We are addicted to
The bling, the zing
The busyness 
But it is discontentment
And fear
That drive us
To chase the feelgoods
It is the worst kind of brainwashing
Manipulation, gaslighting
And there are those 
Who take advantage

Home, Om, isn't out there
But pseudo-grief
Keeps us seeking
And pseudo-joy
Keeps us engaged--
With it's mini relief
And it is all created 
By one fearfilled story--
The belief in death

We are not our bodies
We have never been our bodies
Isn't that truly the message
Of Jesus being crucified
And rising? 
And of Buddha's enlightenment?

I am so grateful
For this vehicle, this body
This pseudo-home
For it's senses and emotions
But peace is sacrificed
For the experience...
The suffering heart
Points toward Home, Om
So, unless we wake up
To our true selves
We are just trapped 
In one endless
Feedback loop.

bj beyers 6/2021