Wandering lost in a forest of thought.
    Trunks old and tired, they make up my lot.
In browns and grays and the air stale and dry.
    ”But this is the Way!” i hear and i sigh.
Tree after tree i inspect endless days (daze)!
    When, with a shudder, i remember that Place.
How could i forget?! And nearer than near...
    That secret special Space and the way is clear.
All i have to do is relax Here, Now
    And the forest of thought just disappears somehow.
Instead as i gaze, a new world comes in view
    Of beauty, of clarity, so simple, so true.
Gentle sigh, I find myself in the Garden of Grace.
    All burdens gone, i expand into space.
Deeper, wider, it's so easy to See
    This is the way life is meant to be!
Suchness, love and joy beyond measure
    Tears course my face, precious priceless treasure.
The experience then fades yet i am reborn,
    To the forest of thought i no longer belong.
All just expressions of Life’s mystery,
    All in my Self yet untouched: I AM FREE!

Summer 1989
Revised:  25 November 1998