Aye

What I see isn't real,
For my mind sees what I want to see. 

Watching the mind see what it wants to see,

Is  the path to freedom.

Freedom from pleasure and pain alike. 
Freedom from feeling good, from feeling bad. 


What is good? What is bad?What is it to feel? 

Who defines it? Who is the who to define?

Is it the I-ness of the I? 

And if so, who am I? 

In realising this, lies the freedom,

Freedom from the body, 
And the mind,

Shackled by the feeling of the I. 

Beyond the realm of I,

Beyond the illusions, 

Lies the unthinkable, the undefinable, the timeless,

That alone is real! That alone is real!