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
Holly Rose Thomas 