Maybe. The word imposes itself
The doubt imposes itself
      I give it that power
These chains cause me pain

I am a fettered Buddha
But I am the Buddha
      I see light emanating from me
I am more than reflection

People doubt me. I doubt myself
The doubt is a mist surrounding me
      I make it evaporate
The sun’s light pours out of me

They point to the moon
I look past their pointing finger
      I look past the moon
I see what makes it shine

I see what gives meaning
I see what understands
      I am the Buddha
Doubt me and see for yourself

A river speaks to me
It seeks to be
Comfort I cannot find
From the thoughts in my mind
On and on it goes

This beer is black
It has the knack
To look back at me
What does it see
Yes the river knows

Breathing under water
I writhe and totter
Familiar feelings
From the same dealings
I don’t care

This beer is black
Saving me from the rack
It’s just my fate
To come too late
This is what I chose

Please believe me
The river whispers softly
Love’s around the bend
For now transcend
I’ll take you there

This beer is black
I’ve lost track
I need a little time
To feel sublime
Without a snare

Free fall flow
With it I go
Endlessly pushed
In a current ambushed
By echoes

I cannot see
What is before me

The cosmos are hidden
By a protruding skyline
The world pockmarked and ridden
With humanities timeline

I am filled with fear
Stuck in a human sphere

I walk my path
To my destination and beyond
I know the wrath
Of feelings I’ve spawned

Hemmed in by
Buildings blocking the sky

I had never doubted these rules. They had never failed me.

Then things began to change.
Inconsistencies existed.
I was wrong. It felt strange.
Doubtful thoughts I resisted.

Doubt would not be denied.

Abandon the past and its rules.

Delve into the epoche.

Perceive freely.

Wonder!

I

am

what

thinks

and does

I am here

Then here

here

here

here

Reborn, I see.

There is no right way to be.

I am without form.

Agree?