Secret In Suspension Poem by David Lacey

Always away to india to find themselves,
What is it they wish to find?
The buddha nature of the Ganjes flowing?
The secret of a perfect mind.

I know in myself that the books on my shelf
About goblins and elfs and spirits unkind
Atune to my soul, in a bottomless hole
Solving the secret of a perfect mind.

Free of blind suspicision
Free of shackles binding
The secret in suspension
Is the secret you are finding.