There You Go Again...
a poem by Adyashanti

Ever since I stepped out of imagination

and into the heart of things

I have become so much less spiritual.

Heaven, hell and earth

hold no meaning for me anymore.

For I am neither coming

nor going, nor staying put.

All I do is notice all the various ways

that Light weaves itself into dreams.

When someone asks me who they are,
or what God is...
I smile inside and whisper to the Light:

There you go again... pretending...