Liberation

Liberation

Stepping onto the groundlessness,
forsaking the solid ground,

towards the truth of nonetheless,
the cravings, the furies have wound.

Hope and fear, in illusion will meet,
obsessed with a future that's passed.

Knowing the seat of my own concrete,
I’ve witnessed that reaching won’t last.

Now I surrender to feeling the fear,
rather than grasping illusion.

Now I gaze straight,
towards the mystical mirror,

freeing my Self
from delusion.