I Am not what you see, can you truly perceive the depths of my reality?
When I speak, the words, do you truly hear them, truly feel them deep in your inner most?
Touch me, run your fingers along my flesh, now tell me do you really feel my skin on the tips of your fingers?
As I radiate pure divinity you can only see what your consciousness allows you to, therefore my being remains a mystery.
This form, is a vessel for I, the formless conscious energy. So empty, but eternally She fills my being. Always enough, never longing for more.
I know where I Am in this world. Content in playing my part, and forever letting go.
I can only be free, it’s all we are. No need to look very far. Freedom is non grasping, learn to let go, find your own emptiness and in all of life know the great fullness. Become again Empty.