The Brahman

We, so
drowned in
name, utility, form,
we forget
we're Brahman.

That the universe
wasn't ever created,
it just appears,
like the nonexistent
blue sky
doesn't sink in.

We're bounded from
without, trapped
within.

Illusions powerfully
staring at us in
tables, chairs, lecterns
that we miss the wood;
necklace, bangles, rings
that we don't heed the gold;
gender, colour, words,
that we never sense the soul.

Though wood, gold,
and the soul
are all there is
the rest just appear
to be.

Influenced by the #Mandukya Upanishad