Delusion

Just a word
until it stands before me,
unannounced.

After all the watching,
the nodding, “Yes, I see”
it arrived,
and I laughed.

Scrolling:
monks crossing horizons,
roads under bare feet,
hearts set on peace.

The heart softened.
Hope warmed the chest.
For a moment,
the world felt kind.

Then—
a pause.

Ah.
This too.

Not wrong.
Not to be pushed away.
But seen.

Warmth, meaning, beauty—
so convincing,
so real.

Teachings—
gone,
without a sound.

I laughed again,
softly.

This is how delusion moves:
not with darkness,
but with light;
not cruelty,
but goodness
that asks for belief.

The heart still opens,
but the grip loosens.

Where am I standing
when meaning is believed
and feeling goes unseen?

The wheel turns.
The world appears—
my projection.

Wanting peace.
Finding it outside.
Feeling full.

Only pointers.
Nothing concluded.

So I stop.
I bow.

As long as awareness wavers,
let practice remain
humble,
curious,
patient.

Listening again
to what has always been
quietly pointed out.

Bowing to the unknown
Chee Guit Yeng
24 March 2026