You are not this chattering stream
of opinions, memories and desires.
You are not your thoughts.
Rest as the luminosity
of original emptiness.
You are the mirror,
not the images reflected on it.
The only real liberation
is freedom from the mind itself.
As the Autumn spider
spins her silver web
against the dark
without getting stuck in the threads
of her own creation,
let your mind be a field
of magical play
where beggars and kings,
warriors, lovers,
witches and fools
get caught in the net of desire.
Just watch.
Witness what glistens
against the dark.
Remain still.
You are not that glitter.
You are the night.