A lullaby, a poem. Just a poem.

It takes a certain beauty, art. To just be able to listen when needed.

“Sing this lullaby and you shall be”

by: Prince of Ariosa

Finally silent and settled. Listen. To be in this state you must listen until you hear the lullaby. That is the secret. Without projecting or reacting just listen.

For this moment last forever.

The sound of your breath. Each thought and emotion. No longer forcing, No longer trying. Being and Non-being. Only here yet every where else all the same. Feeling light you are finally empty. Listen For this is freedom.

From inception to execution. No longer meddling, you touch the nature of it all. To see for the first time, as it is. Listen For this is truth.

Bubbling to the surface, emitting heat. You finally know choiceless joy. Choosing unattached action. Care for the other as oneself. Not yet knowing. Listen For this is love.

That which will come inevitably. No longer concerned with what was or what will be. Dwelling momentarily, being boundless. Seeing past the divide, beyond the horizon. Listen For this is life. To be truly alive.

For this moment will last forever.

Now tell me do you hear it?