"Soul," "atma," "god," and "devil,"
Big words that make the mind rebel.
They sound deep, but they’re just a show,
Hiding the truth you already know.
"Heaven," "hell," tossed in the air,
But do they free you?
Or just keep you in despair?
They build walls, block the view,
Preventing you from seeing "what is."
Chasing stories, lost in the race,
You’re missing what’s here, the present place.
It’s what is, here and now,
But the mind is lost in its constant hum,
Missing what’s right here, what’s yet to come.
These words gave you chains, made you blind,
Led you away from what you could find.
Peace is a state witnessed in stillness,
Undefined and indescribable,
But these words gave you doubt, obscuring your sight.
Stop using words without clear meaning,
They keep you stuck and keep you leaning.
Truth isn’t in noise or silence alone,
It’s always in what is, waiting to be known.
Big words that make the mind rebel.
They sound deep, but they’re just a show,
Hiding the truth you already know.
"Heaven," "hell," tossed in the air,
But do they free you?
Or just keep you in despair?
They build walls, block the view,
Preventing you from seeing "what is."
Chasing stories, lost in the race,
You’re missing what’s here, the present place.
It’s what is, here and now,
But the mind is lost in its constant hum,
Missing what’s right here, what’s yet to come.
These words gave you chains, made you blind,
Led you away from what you could find.
Peace is a state witnessed in stillness,
Undefined and indescribable,
But these words gave you doubt, obscuring your sight.
Stop using words without clear meaning,
They keep you stuck and keep you leaning.
Truth isn’t in noise or silence alone,
It’s always in what is, waiting to be known.
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