Joyful Collapse

The mountain above and the earth below

The brilliant, incredible joy is near
I can sense its proximity
There are still a few doors to go through
Before it consumes me

The path is littered with weeds
Weeds of my own cultivation
I wander away from the path
Into directionless stillness

To be like the mountain
Which never moves
I surrender to that
Which moves through me

I will go nowhere
And do nothing
I will become invisible
To the material forces

I allow the cleansing winds
To blow away my images
I cease all rituals and beliefs
Allowing it all to collapse

When I open the last door
Of my stultifying resistance
Peace, balance and joy
Will welcome me home

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