What Is Real
What may we call definitive
save the bliss throb deep in our bones
immersed in flow meditative
heightened rapture we feel alone
Ego pursues relentlessly
following us like a shadow
preserving its identity
luring us in dreams of morrow
Encased in body separate
yet recognising all is void
fears and desires precipitate
by currents turbid we are toyed
Even in brilliance of stillness
ego baiting with imagery
blocking merger with That oneness
by grandeur imaginary
The bliss that abates not with time
joyful vibration permanent
true love of the divine sublime
our innate native element
15-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
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