Rudely awakened inside your cave, 

You have come out of your one refuge,

To yell at the one who dared to disturb,

The silence of that sacred slumber.

It is when you remember yourself,

That you are already lost. 

It is when you think you are,

That you are not. 

So what is the point of all that shouting?

Go back into that cave and forget

The voice of the other you. 

Maybe then, you’ll not be locked out, 

Thinking you are sitting inside. 

Allowing all voices to pass through 

That space of presence, 

Hold nothing dear. 

Nothing touches the elusive one.