Walking on the Shores of Oblivion

I walk on the shores of Oblivion
I long to swim in the waters of not knowing

There are many old goats who think they know
They confuse a thing with words which can not be spoken

I have never read the Vedas or Upanishads
Nor the Book of the Dead

I know nothing
I am blissfully empty as a pot after dinner

My teachers, the quiet
My heroes, the meek

Love flows from their lives
It fills every low place lifting all

Others seek to control and contain
But the fire spreads

It flows in our veins
We feel and live the Truth

The Truth is simple and for All
No secrets

To get back to the garden
To lay down that which was not ours to take

Oblivion is my destiny
I shall joyfully walk its shores and forget myself