The extent of recollection

Depends on the mind recollecting

If there wasn’t thought in the delivery

There’ll be far less in the fetching

The awareness of a life doing

Will make way for just being

Attempts to outrun yourself

Reveal the futility of fleeing

The manmade illusion

That the world is unravelling

Can imprison the heart

From its own, soulful travelling

Suspended within reach

Our perfect selves are there floating

Accessible to everyone

Who takes action, rather than quoting

The impermanence of everything

Is the gift of the living

It creates freedom for growth

Our divine purpose is self-serving