no mirror, no reflection
outwardly flowing attention
birthing dynamic manifestation
pouring ourself into the dream image
to feel how the rise may descent assuage
we allow hypnotic trance to let darkness ravage
as the dreamed object within the play so enacted
how may we awake before being decimated
knowing not how thoughts be placated
the way, oh hermit, is in alignment
head melded with heart in contentment
reclaiming bliss aglow, being our native element
thoughts will oscillate yet yielding to our nonchalance
viewed as of foreign origin by our pure presence
the false falls away, vaporised by innocence
no doing done save abiding in stillness
alive in the light of the that oneness
singular God bliss consciousness