There are days I love to be wrong,
To know I mis-took all along,
My mind is forced to look again,
At things once different, now the same.
A shift in rigidity comes about,
Neural wiring re-forms without a doubt,
When I is you, is me, is we,
To awakening, this is the key.
Dissolve, dissolve damned dogma!
Past scripts, narratives and messy histories,
Flush it down, set it free,
Whoops… was that my identity?
That part that smiles and stays true in the storm,
When you know what you knew then was never wrong,
Nor was it right, or true, or free, or strong,
Just a little something you put in a form.
That is you my friends, you all along,
Free to shift, morph and sing a different song,
An idea dropped and philosophy forgotten,
a burden dissolved and joy begotten.
That is you, all right, all wrong…
That is you, weak and strong,
Spirit, undefinable and immortal,
Soul, free of beliefs, thoughts, perceptions – all in total.
Round the bend of certainty, past the corner of doubt
Behind that stone, the one called Mis-Take,
Sitting silently in a little rut,
Peek-a-boo, I see you!
Come out, come out, come out!
~ Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
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Image: Meyerheim Versteckspiel by Friedrich Eduard Meyerheim, available in the public domain, found on Wikipedia