A Thought on Process

It starts with a clench,
Radiating to my heart,
Awakening me.

My mind moves slowly,
Scanning for a piece of truth,
Needing to be safe.

Truth is never safe,
The Soul already knows it-
Ego's Death is fierce.

Now is all we have,
We exist beyond our words,
Beyond our great thoughts.

Fully in presence,
We are truly uncovered,
Are you glad to see?

What is there to fear?
Why do we cling so blindly?
What comforts are gained?

To release the tale,
And stand in your quiet center,
Is to know the Truth.

As Zaphod found out,
Total Perspective Vortex
Ain't such a bad place.