The Power of 'You Are Not'
You dwell within the echoes of the mind,
Where ancient doubts their binding limits find;
You seek your self within the spoken word,
The sum of judgments that the world conferred.
You clutch the remnants of a past decay,
Believing this defines your present day.
But liberation whispers through the walls,
A sudden, seismic truth that sharply calls
To stop the search within the sinking sand,
And recognize the sovereign soul you stand.
Listen now, and know this blessed creed:
You are not the planting, but the seed.
You are not the thought that crosses quick,
A nervous rhythm, frantic, thin, and sick;
You are not the fear that grips the throat,
The cruel opinion others chose to quote.
You are not the heavy burden worn,
The shape of things that shattered and were torn.
You are the stillness where the thoughts parade,
The witness sitting in the cool, deep shade.
The mind’s a furnace, burning fast and bright,
But you remain the unconsuming light.
You are the sky, unchanging, vast, and deep,
While clouds of sorrow gather, drift, and sweep;
They are the weather, transient and slight,
And yield no claim upon your infinite right.
To find the power in the phrase 'You Are Not'
Is to escape the limits you were taught.
The moment you observe without the claim,
You strip the history of its burning flame.
Detachment grants the true, magnetic hold,
A self unwritten, waiting to unfold.
Release the cage constructed by the years,
Release the tyranny of transient tears.
The authentic self, uncluttered, pure, and free,
Awaits the moment of discovery.
Step out of phantom chains and shadowed plots,
And realize the grandeur of your Nots;
For in this freedom, you ascend and grow,
And live the potential you were born to know.
