The bastion crumbles
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As we be steered inexorably
towards reality of our being
the illusions we held on to
slowly begin disintegrating
Even though we do recognise
all manifestation as ephemeral
old habits rooted in stagnation
causes contraction agitational
Attachments begetting clinging
hoping to dwell longer in illusion
a tale of suffering self inflicted
resolved in stillness of meditation
Even as the pendulum swings
flow of our attention rudderless
we may centre our presence
tranquil in vibrant blissfulness
All we do is to remain in surrender
moment by moment in the flow
letting go of each life offering
in humble silence & stillness slow
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The Self has no attribute
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