The end of suffering

The end of suffering
Comes when we lose our mind
Not thinking just being
Listen to your heart
Come back to the garden
Where your peaceful river of light flows
Here in the home of the soul
The unstuck sound is who you are
Bathe and wash clean the impurities of conditioned thought
Let go and watch the debris dissolve into the void to be used again
When new energy has transformed it
Drifting further see oceans of color
The mystic mist consumes
Its vapor speaks of the immortal
Ancient intelligence
Wanting to be heard
Please wait and sit
Feel it permeate your being
Your soul wishes to be known
From listening all answers to your questions
Be well
Be still
Be at peace


A poem by Jim Hawks