Simply, Because

My heart is a ticking time bomb
Speaking evenly, steadily hinting at the frailty of being
The inner clock counts down,
       without a doubt
Yet time never runs out

Life's timeline, from birth to childhood; young and mature love, heartbreak, loss; turmoil and joy
Sensational body, I cherish you as the illusion you are
These hands and feet, this nose and mouth, ears and eyes
       are only instruments

The imagination is strong as God's will
While features wither, one cell at a time, flaking away from form back to lack thereof
Worldly "pleasures" are so often enjoyed in vain,
Shortening this ever-shrinking something
Distracting from the necessary shift
Great Spirit, please help us release feeling in favor of emotion!

Our grandmothers and -fathers gradually lose their sight, smell, appetite
And we watch in helplessness, in grief
But their experience paints the necessary path to liberation

No food can fully nourish the soul
No touch can fully envelop the sacred
No sight can fully capture all there is to see
Sensation is a part of me —
       just a part.

Immutable, intangible
Unlike the endless density of the mind
(Yet so light and delicate at the same time)
Extend this, not your wanting hands
Toward non-objects of your soul's desire

Consciousness reaches beyond this beautiful land into heaven
That place without place, more welcoming than your tender mother's arms
More welcoming than the aromas of fresh-baked bread, prepared melodiously by close relatives in times of celebration
There is only one true home
Shape shift, become
Unity, infinity, possibility, destiny
One

We see in segments; how can that be freedom?
Separation is a chasm, and we fall victim to the crevices forged across these sacred mountains
The connection is here, there, everywhere
Yet we miss the bridges
       every time

Truth is confusing to the European mind,
       as it should be
The brain is again, a sensory organ
A co-pilot of this auto-mobile body in which the Self is contained
Beware of self-driving, autonomous fantasies
Let your brain become the driver
And you become the slave

 There is wisdom in asking,
       "who am I?"
Ask, and you shall receive.
Be still — embrace the sagacity of silence
Hear the gentle bliss
Remember your light
Truth is simple;
Simplicity is love,
       and love is everything.

Universal non-locality posits:
The witness is also the creator,
Thus, the truth sits neutrally between cause and effect.

Reality is but a dream, of which we are the holy artists.
Whoever, and whatever
We are, and we can
because
Simply, Be Cause.