Some lovely non-dual poetry

This exquisite little poem popped up on a Facebook page where I probably spend too much time. The poet is Julie Klopp, who acknowledges the influences of Edgar Allen Poe and Dr. Seuss. She expressed a little worry that "spiritual" poems should look a particular way and this one doesn't, but I think it's fantastic.

Sucked into the vortex

of my cerebral cortex,
I live for that which comes next,
caught in a web of time.

I think I am a person
who must strive and push and try,
because things can only worsen,
and someday I will die.

So I decide I need analysis
to find the place beyond my mess,
to transcend myself and make progress,
and find my pure Consciousness,
my link to the Divine.

I think that others have It,
I search from place to place,
even as they tell me
there's nothing there to chase.

From time to time I stop to look
and realize it hasn't worked.
Perhaps I'll read another book...
and get it right next time.

Eventually I've failed enough,
tired of looking for other stuff,
it really shouldn't be this tough,
this quest of mine.

What is there to do now?
Perhaps I'm getting wise.
Stop worshipping some sacred cow,
it's time to realize...

That there's no past to work through,
no self to understand,
not a single thought is truthful
when it comes to What I Am.

There is no "me" appearing,
no person that needs steering,
no karma that needs clearing,
without a thought of "mine".

There is no trick to figure out,
no veil to penetrate,
no reason I must doubt,
no reason I must wait.

The secret I've been keeping
is I am what I've been seeking.
I need no further tweaking,
everything is fine.

There is no somewhere else,
there is no other time,
there are no other selves,
there's not even a Divine.