Playful divine parlance
There being in reality no limitation
Misalignment causation of distortion
Yet on an as is where is basis we do say
That ego attention oscillation yet holds sway
Recognition of truth merely indicates the horizon
Weary are our feet long laden with toxic poison
Light beyond at an unfathomable distance
We surrender therefore inner resistance
Letting go of to get to being the path
Each pulse within a holy sabbath
Awakening smoothly enabled
No ego agenda tabled
Unhurried stillness stance
Of our bubbling joyful innocence
Marks not the time it may take for ascent
Having trustingly surrendered so simply present
There thus no one resident within to measure
Identity vaporised and thereby no fissure
Each throb within deemed as optimal
Beauteous vivifying hues inimitable
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The Self has no attribute
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