The past was or was not
But it doesn’t exist now
And if it does not exist now,
Where is the evidence it existed then
Except in some corners of the mind?
And the mind, where is the mind?
Here, there, everywhere…nowhere?
So, what use is my mind that serves
Not me, but someone else?
That fuzzy mind…
No, my mind must serve me…
And help raise me to my highest potential…
The past that hurt me, and hurts me, is no more…
It’s dead, gone…perhaps, it was just a lie
That somehow lodged itself as truth,
An experience that burrowed itself into a welcoming mind,
A mind that wasn’t really mine
Because I never really created it
But one that imposed itself upon my being
Like those horrible soulless men that force themselves
Upon a poor woman’s flesh…parasites
That linger and trouble and destroy
The hapless ones…
But, no, i free myself right now, of my past
And i reject the horrible soulless past…
And the mind that hosted it all…
Today, i reject the past and whatever
That fuzzy mind trapped me in…
Now, I Am…joy, peace, empathy, compassion and creative spirit…
Laugh with me, dance, sing, be happy…be joyful and in great peace…
Like me, you too are free…of your tortuous past, your inimical mind…
Today there’s just today…and, I Am creating a glorious new future NOW, as are you…
– rajyogi (rajesh kanoi)
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