The Moonish - An Illusion in reality

Creator's world is without names, Laws don't always follow rules. Memory and conclusions don’t guarantee a safe journey through boundless lands, Where borders aren't made of lines, Of lights, or of sound. The world and I builds inside. Time and space run within. Pain and pleasure stir inside, Life and death burns within. The five elements weave the game When inside becomes the outside, And outside becomes the in, Light becomes the deepest dark, And darkness, where the light begins. Sound becomes death's secret song, While silence whispers life’s true song, If awareness breathes in every moment Then He shines, alone and bright, All else fades, consumed by light.

If I must make noise to maintain the noisy society, If I must talk to match the world, What sound should I choose? Everyone's rushing, eager to teach and to take— How to eat, to sleep, to love, to die, To boast of how great they are. Beyond the hows and whats, beyond wants and needs, Beyond the ceaseless desires and gaps, Past the search for whole or broken, There lies a noise made of silence— An eternal sound, calm and deep. Where our souls find their safe retreat, Where death dies, Love burns without losing its flame, Where the noise of 'you' and 'I' disappears, And time no longer counts the days.

Let there be desires and fears, Pride that rises, shame that sears. Image holds its weight and name, Only in that flickering flame. The day we feel safe enough To reflect our souls through and through- That day you win, and so do I, With nothing to hide, nothing to prove. How you see me, how I see you Matters only when something’s due. Where love is trade, masks remain- But in just being, it fades away. What is the need to even know, When hearts are still and spirits grow? In shedding self, we come alive- And love is where we truly arrive. The journey is not to fix or frame, But to meet ourselves- without a name.