Deus Otiosus

I watch it all
Beautiful in separation
And when it's not
I can find it again
In present sensation

Hypostasis Ousia

When suffering will not cease
In the space between
I can find only peace

The Inner Critic

Every morning, when I awake in bed
It says, "If you don't do this,
then you will be dead!"
But I know the same would happen
If I did the other instead
So perhaps I'll just do
What feels right to me
Rather than the recording
In my head

To Know the World

Nothing is solid
Space only
Energy in consciousness
Yet it feels so real
And that's what really matters