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Slippery reality
Agendaless wondrous gazing
At the offering ineffably amazing
Was in the pristinity of stillness held
In boundless rapture by presence beheld!
Hidden wanting
Subtle prompting
Egoic contraction
End of cognition!
The perfect & enchanting view now distorted
Because the lens through which we look is contorted
Consciousness skewed, contracted, slanted
Bemused, deluded, egoic banners flaunted
A short tragic-comic tale
Where we are both the hero & the villain!
Magic of the now by thought made stale
Going around in circles, rudderless we sail
Stillness disappears where begins its delineation
Nemesis being egoic consciousness prioritisation
We can think, so we need to know! But who are we?
The man made personality? Or the God individuality?
Free will! The Universe gift of love, bestowed ahead of our time
Who’d have guessed that we’d opt for the gross grime ...
Instead of the divine sublime
We may yet retrieve the connect, if we but listen to our inner chime
Now! In stillness ...
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The Self has no attribute
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