When not being your Self becomes far too painful,
Self-discovery becomes vital.
It seems we can live in exile
from our own true nature for a while.
It is the play of life after all.
Actually, we cannot do it.
We can only dream it, or believe it into existence
and suffer our own projection.
Such exile would be akin to saying
that space has forgotten itself
and imagines that it is only the wind.
Space imagining itself to be blowing
when actually it is only the wind that is blowing
When the wind is not blowing,
does space ‘become’ space again?
Is space not always unchanging?
Wind or no wind, what concern is that to space?
Likewise, you are only a person
when you imagine you are a person.
When you cease believing you are a person,
there is no person and no confusion.
When the wind is not blowing, who speaks of the wind?
You are none of this, O Divine Awareness.