Who am I? Not see-er nor a thing seen
Not soon nor a thing been
This form is a king’s dream
And the king is as much queen
And the queen is as much earth
As the tree that the dust birthed
No part could have rushed first
Ignorance makes all of us thirst

Truth is there was nothing I had
And not a person that might have
If you’ll permit me I might add
That the see-er and the seen are a dyad
Without false separation, there is just all that is real and is not
So we can hang the idea of volition and even the opposite argument’s lost

If the yin and yang of karma co-arise there can be no keys nor locks
So the truth is only found outside the conceptual paradox
In the duality of Maya I know that things never had control
And locality is just an illusion within the infinite that is this whole

Who am I, then? I’m "That", so there really is nothing to do
‘Cause the one who would do and the time they would take is all just imagined, too
See, it ain’t that the seeker reaches a goal and has therefore not to seek
No, the seeker falls away, so no one cares for troughs or peaks

Still, many will try to be thoughtless
They don't know that they’re already flawless
They would try to let go of trying to let go
But they can’t ‘cause they’re actually formless, like:
Is it you who’s breathing?
Making that heart keep beating?
This is the dance of Shiva
Nobody ever can know it’s meaning

I’m not this body
Fear and desire
I’m not these thoughts
Ego the liar
I’m not this world
All this is Maya
I am unborn
Cannot expire

Om Namah Shivaya

Where can a center be found?
Where is this sentience bound?
Where did this sentence start?
How can I say that I made this mark?
There’s only one part that’s free from change - change itself
What can I be but change incarnate, then, ‘cause I must have made myself

And yet this force that explores in form is the same in the form that would try and desist
There can be no hate in the one ‘cause the one is the one by itself who’s kissed
“Two” is a myth
The essence of which
Is the attempt to resist
But whenever you close your fist, you find you’ve missed

’Cause all that you desperately want is already this
Unspeakable timeless wonder, "not good enough," the me will insist
For it's the very first means by which this spirit’s refracted as day and night
We are light that plays on its own by chasing shadows we take for life

And that life we divide with names
And they are for a time sustained
And without such frames there could be no art but they’re also the cause of pain
Ever since we became insane
No thing has ever stayed the same
It’s why I learn to embrace the destroyer, the transformer, and I dance to enjoy his game

I am the light
I am the space
I am the one
Eternal grace
All of the world
Made of my mind
Empty, unknown
But awake, alive
I am the dream
And I am the dreamer
Shakti and Shiva
Maya is Leela

Om Namah Shivaya

Adrian Incarnate 2018