This isn't it; nor is 'us' and 'them'.
No more enemies; no more praying to the outside;
where does one go when the path is an illusion?
Great prayers reach out, but then the gulf widens.
Where are you? Where are You? Where am I?
We are not connected 'out there'; we are connected not 'in here'.
Yet the inner sanctum is for you, alone;
but not in isolation;
so fragrance it with many flowers,
and perhaps One will emerge.
All has fallen by the wayside.
And as i also fall, I release my grip;
falling into the connected Seas.
Here Joy, Compassion, Peace arise without cultivation,
just as the crest of a wave rises without thinking.
Everything is becoming empty;
emptiness is becoming everything;
and that leads us to the Other Shore.
There is no loss, when you let go of it all;