Observation

Planet Earth, our training ground, experiential school.
Sight, taste, smell, sound... mind controlling tools.
We're products of conditioning, focused regurgitation,
From birth until our death we are, a process of elimination.
Each life a progress station...
Each death a reincarnation...

Once more we seek outside ourselves, feeding our happiness,
Forgetting deep inside our flesh, is where we gain experience.
By penetrating barriers of "unconscious" communication,
And permeating the body with it's clarifying sensations.
Teaching us to be patient...
To work our own salvation...

Developing the faculty to truly feel inside,
We eradicate uncertainties of flying blind.
Like trying to read braille when we're desensitized,
Identifying with thought, we hinder mastery of mind.
Outside the constructs of time...
There's no I, no Me, no Mine...

Existence is impermanence, fundamental cause/effect.
Our essence being ignorance, combined Anima and Animus.
In detachment from the minds eye, we truly become free,
Residing in the heart-space, and understanding what that means.
For we are not our thoughts...
We are,

The space,

That lies,

In between...