THE STUFF
 

The stuff of life,
is far beyond being alive,
the stuff isn't skin and bones,
the stuff is beyond imagination.

The stuff that causes me to float,
isn't about other than me,
the stuff that causes smiles,
is far beyond the sun shining.

The stuff you may only understand,
if you've ever floated freely,
the light that is beyond all light,
the ever that is beyond forever.

The stuff I feel is what I am,
and that is beyond description,
it is a flow of electric,
the energy of my mind.

The stuff is here for all,
it is within your thought, your grasp,
it is beyond fears and doubt,
it is what LIVING is all about.

It is what I choose to be,
the same thing that anyone could choose,
the energy of time and space,
to connect and to use and to float.

The stuff of the world,
isn't in to what you can cling,
the stuff is only to be had,
when you can let go and float.

The stuff you cling to is not real,
only your perception makes it so,
the stuff that keeps you tied down,
is your own fear of letting go.

If you could see it up closer,
you'd laugh at what you found,
the stuff to what you cling to,
isn't really there at all !!!!!

The stuff of life, is the breeze in the air,
it is the free birds on wing,
it is the ripples in the stream,
all inviting you to join.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
September 27, 2001