Get out of the Way...
...of my Soul, O Self
- the self that obscures my way.
I have a route, a map,
my perspicacity
that only manifests in each instant Now.
My eye-sight, my mind-sight
needs space and light.
You, with those busy doings,
the clutter of things
that block visibility,
get in the way of the clarity of knowing
the simplicity of silence.
Monkey-neutrons probing to outreach,
overstep right measure.
Tinkering withTime itself.
Some term it an usurper,
a thing called Ego, a bionic hybrid.
The truculent, untamed Child of Want.
Or the cantankerous result
of thinking it has and knows so much.