Bliss + Bondage

Hail to the mind that is naturally free, the self that is no self, as fine as ether.  Bliss. It is the nothingness that is liberating, no thing. Being.
In one swift, unsuspecting breath of a moment, it can all be a tsunami of ‘thinking’, a death sentence to the NOW. Bondage.
Liberator, captor, who shall you be?  Oh sweet genius of a mind how I long to lose your shadow, take you home and put you to bed.  Lull you, seduce you into silence and space.
The sleepless one is ever wide awake, unblinking.  Hello my love.  I’ve missed the naked stillness of you.  In you, there is no me, nothing to surrender or other to be.
I do not forget even in the darkest of night the eternal light.  No suffering can severe me from the truth, nor make me believe of the false, as not.  For I have been laid bare, deboned and bled dry of all the fear of fear itself.  How divine.
Bold hearted one, I behold you in your fullness, as vast as my soul does see, and everywhere you are.  Everywhere I AM.  Oh the veil how it blows in the wind, here and not again.  Bowing to the temptress of certainty, and bidding my farewell…
xo
Santidevi

Written: April 13, 2014