The Soul's Bookshop

What or who is reading these words you see?
Is it an echo of the past, a story hook, a wound, a verdict, a belief, or a concept of what it means to be me?
Is it the personality or identity you've been for so long?
Are you reading through the feeling addict's filter of the oldest lie?
I am my feelings, and these are the reasons why.
The words in the books can't describe what can't be seen.
Writing about it is not it.
Words can't give form to the formless.

After a lifetime of looking on the outside,
Open the door and step inside.

Brightly coloured books you will see,
With words that invite your eyes to see differently.

Read these books about you, not about me.
Me is the trickster you'll come to see.
It will look at the words and say, "What does this mean?"
That's the mind's continual search for meaning,
Making it a problem to solve.
Life without meaning is the meaning of life.
The place you're standing in now is the proof.