Transcendence

I tire of echoes in my head,

the words I have spoken, 

the things I have said.

A thousand thoughts that seem to spin,

but never touch the truth within.

I wear this name, this face, this role,

yet something deeper stirs my soul.

A quiet pull, a whispered call,

to lose the self that fears to fall.

Not into shadows but into grace,

where time and worries lose their chase.

Where I am not this flesh, this mind,

but part of all peace entwined.

In mountain peaks or river wide,

in endless skies where eagles glide.

I feel it there, so still and wide,

A quiet sea where self subside.

No need to speak, no need to try,

I float beneath the open sky.

Where ego fades and spirit grows,

a self the deepest silence knows.