The Self
what comes and goes is unreal
and so to discern the truth
we enter staid silence
but how still is our stillness
if identity therein is yet present
ego identity depends upon thought
thoughts are anchored in form
whilst formless awareness
the drop that is now the ocean
vibrates continually as light of Self
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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