With all the mistakes I’ve made,

with all the dumb things I’ve done,

with all the people I’ve wronged,

with all the money I’ve lost,

with all the times I haven’t been present,

with all the wrong choices I’ve made,

with all the selfishness I’ve exhibited,

with all the dark thoughts I’ve entertained,

with all the anger I’ve repressed and allowed to escape,

with all the self-recrimination I’ve indulged,

Even so…..

When I simply sit down,

and stop trying to be or do anything,

and stop believing my thoughts 

and allow them to float by,

and stop worrying about the world,

and simply just be, without trying to just be,

Underneath everything, everything,

something reveals itself;

something quiet, deeply real, deeply present,

a pure love indescribable

truly, words cannot begin to describe it,

but it can be felt –

Underneath everything, everything,

It’s our true nature;

who we actually are

everything else about us is dwarfed by this.

This is the Truth of us,

Underneath everything, everything.