The self and the mind

The self is the being and the being the self

The mind just a tool within oneself

The one who can tell these apart, may finally depart

The one who asks “why” will reach frightening heights

The one who wonders “how” might never see past the blinds

He who can see the illusion of time will glow bright

He who breathes the air of now will not say “I might” or have to fight

He who can take a step back and see what is about to ignite, without as much as a whispering sigh, will be happy in dark and in light

He will begin to understand why existence subsides to the human sight