Filling up my hours with things to do
Baby sitting my senses and entertaining them
Desperately trying to keep them engaged
Is this what life is all about?
Scheduling activities to entertain my family
Oh this family, my extended self,
An extended self as needy as my senses
Is this what family life is about?
Creating challenging tasks for my brain
My restless brain that needs to feel useful
Finding work that engages this monster
Is this what my studies is all about?
Finding causes to get involved in
Searching for that garb of righteousness
Channelling my ego’s energies into giving
Is this what my volunteering is all about?
Craving for romance to transport my awareness
Wanting another person to forget myself in
Chasing that arousing addictive lift
Is this what my love is all about?
Looking for a way to handover responsibility
Trying to create meaning where there is not any
Creating a framework of hope and salvation
Is this what my worship is all about?
Silent pause: reflecting for a while.....
To relax in the knowing that nothing really matters
To surrender to the illusionary nature of creation
To find peace in the acceptance of an underlying truth
Maybe that is what worship is all about.
To feel what is me, in another person
To feel that person as being in me
To feel the oneness of both our beings
Maybe that is what love is all about.
I understand that nothing is there to own
Nothing is mine, so I have nothing to give
Yet with an attempt to share, I can feel if I care
Maybe, that feeling is what charity is all about.
To see the similarity in divergent options
To relax in the knowing of an eventual convergence
To see the transience of all experience
Maybe that is what intellectual studies is about.
To expand my identity beyond my body
To experience many lives, by living just one
To be at once, man woman and child
Maybe that is what family life is about.
To play some non-serious games of chase
Sometimes with my senses, sometimes by myself
To dance with the rhythms, to expand and contract
Maybe that is all that life is really about.
Baby sitting my senses and entertaining them
Desperately trying to keep them engaged
Is this what life is all about?
Scheduling activities to entertain my family
Oh this family, my extended self,
An extended self as needy as my senses
Is this what family life is about?
Creating challenging tasks for my brain
My restless brain that needs to feel useful
Finding work that engages this monster
Is this what my studies is all about?
Finding causes to get involved in
Searching for that garb of righteousness
Channelling my ego’s energies into giving
Is this what my volunteering is all about?
Craving for romance to transport my awareness
Wanting another person to forget myself in
Chasing that arousing addictive lift
Is this what my love is all about?
Looking for a way to handover responsibility
Trying to create meaning where there is not any
Creating a framework of hope and salvation
Is this what my worship is all about?
Silent pause: reflecting for a while.....
To relax in the knowing that nothing really matters
To surrender to the illusionary nature of creation
To find peace in the acceptance of an underlying truth
Maybe that is what worship is all about.
To feel what is me, in another person
To feel that person as being in me
To feel the oneness of both our beings
Maybe that is what love is all about.
I understand that nothing is there to own
Nothing is mine, so I have nothing to give
Yet with an attempt to share, I can feel if I care
Maybe, that feeling is what charity is all about.
To see the similarity in divergent options
To relax in the knowing of an eventual convergence
To see the transience of all experience
Maybe that is what intellectual studies is about.
To expand my identity beyond my body
To experience many lives, by living just one
To be at once, man woman and child
Maybe that is what family life is about.
To play some non-serious games of chase
Sometimes with my senses, sometimes by myself
To dance with the rhythms, to expand and contract
Maybe that is all that life is really about.
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