Maya Poem

One either walks through Maya, or Maya walks through you.


Although he knows the world is just illusion, he wishes things would go his way.

He loves the fact that everything is but the suchness of the Absolute; it's just the nature of the world he'd like to change.

Of course he knows that Consciousness is all there is, but sometimes he looks around his life and asks--is this here all there is?

He says he treasures Truth more than anything, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t lying.

He thinks he's nothing but a thought.

He knows it’s not the thinking, but believing, which has made it all so fucking unbelievably excruciating just to think.

He knows all the right words, but knows the meaninglessness of words.

He knows the answer must be silence: now there’s a concept!

He’s become attached to non-attachment.

He could go on forever but he never was.

Satchitananda tells his tale doo-dah doo-dah.


~Son Rivers 2009