maya

dismantle the illusion;

of an ego hungry for praise,

that one day betrayed itself,

for a world that teaches you your name.

& with a name you believe you are someone.

but when you question who you are,

before you wore this name,

the spotlight turns away;

to reveal a theatre of empty seats;

& no applause to bravo your show.

& so who are we performing for?

who is it, by whom we wish to be seen?

no one can pass the gateless gate;

so become,

no one.

by yogiwhale