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18.61
“For the deluded one,
even rest is an activity
For the wise,
even action bears the fruit of stillness”


Stillness within all chaotic movement external
Not by control but as a reflex orientation 
Paves way to cognise movement in stillness internal 
We may call this meditation in continuation 

Meditation effortless 
There being no doer
Presence in stillness 
Has the Divine as the mover

(23-August-2019)

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Verse revisited on 02-March-2022

Let’s do a mind-body scan
To know constitution of man
We begin with the head ovoid
Senses and mind by ego buoyed
Our spiritual heart lying in neglect
Burdened by fear, can’t stand erect

Each half breath holds key to freedom
Void of polarity exchange in body prism
When all thoughts cease, we are at ease
Poised in silence, mode embrace-release
Ego recedes since we choose to feed it not
Head melds with heart, no longer fear fraught

The path’s so simple, ending our inner conflict 
Thoughts, words and deeds, now love inked
Mind-body vessel becomes a love crucible
Grace in-pours, the complex now simple
We play out earth life in as is assigned
One with God, nothing to be divined

Doings are done without any fuss
We just go where God takes us
Ensconced in the bliss current
Aglow, alive and luminescent 
Karma ends, life is but play
With love as our mainstay

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