​​Satsang with Ananta​

Nothing
 
How does one write about nothing?
What is it one could say?
How can one get from here to there?
When something is in the way

 The something wants the nothing
And it grasps for the unknown
But, the way to get to nowhere
Is a path that can’t be shown

 I wish these words could take you
To the silence from which they came
But, as words they’ve turned to something
So, there is nothing you can gain

 If you keep on using something

To find nothing, you can’t win
Because the winners and the losers
Are all something once again

I want to offer something for

Your journey to the end
But, when what you seek is nothing
Mr. Something ain’t your friend

But, if you can remember that
You’re not as you appear
Then perhaps you’ll rest inside yourself
And face your deepest fear

 For if nothing is what you came from
Then nothing is what you must be
And there isn’t any reason
To have something like a “me”

 When you return from where you came
It is nothing you will find
So, it’s nothing that is everything
And this casts out the mind

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Your Mess

 Is it worth the price you pay
For leaving God behind?
To feel so isolated
And alone Inside your mind

You bear your sorrow nobly
And you think it worth the cost
For if you were to lose yourself
Then everything is lost

 You value your sweet freedom
Even though it’s God who rules
You like to think you’re in control
But, God is going to choose

 So, look at it again my friend
Has life really gone your way?
If things had gone the way you want
What would they be like today?

 The proof is in the pudding
And your pudding’s pretty thin
Please don’t try to tell me that
You chose the mess your in

 You suffer oh so needlessly
You struggle all the time
For when you stop you’ll surely see
That God makes up your mind