The mind is the world
That is where we live our lives,
Our seeming lives of time
But there's a deeper power within us,
Powering everything that we think we know
We may call it the Source Presence
It is before the mind-world altogether;
It doesn't have a name of its own
Our seeming states of mind are not our own,
But only appearances within our deeper Presence,
Like shadows dancing in the night
So whatever we think or feel at the moment,
And whatever seems to be going on outside,
Is all mind, and mind alone
Living in mind is an arduous task;
It takes up all our time and energy
But this Presence is before time;
It is the great mother giving birth to all
We must recede into this understanding,
By completely detaching from thought
When we're not in thought,
The world is not even a concept;
It is not there at all
It's only a question of attention
We are so used to following thought,
We don't even know we're doing it
But When attention is not there,
Suddenly everything is Peace
This is the great rest of victory
But deeper than this is the Source itself;
It cannot be contained at all
It is Freedom in pure form;
It cannot be likened to anything
This Presence neither sleeps nor wakes;
It is not in any category at all
The whole world may burn up,
But this Presence will never go,
Because it never came
It is the Source of existence,
Before it started dancing as Life