When the show is over

When I choose to find the present
The arrow aimed directly at the centre of my mind
I rest in the blissful solitude of completeness

When my mind, full of nothingness 
Becomes the mind of emptiness
Then the fullness of everything steps up to take its bow

The credits roll up the curtain 
And timelessness, its breathtaking power
Reminds me to relax into its majesty

When I choose to be free
In the silent centre of myself
Where the self is acknowledged as a story past and gone

Set upon the stage, acted by 8 billion
Released into eternity’s beneficent refrain

I discover a deepening connection with the wholeness that I am
I recognise a truth I was defending with my separateness
And for this grateful instant out of time
Within your peaceful promise
I am at home