A secret kept
In and around, vibrance abounds,
rhythm of the universe perfect
and each fresh breath intake astounds,
source of which we cannot detect.
Immediate and intimate,
is touch of enigmatic space,
flow of time unveiling our fate,
where our origins we retrace.
Ramana inquired, who am I,
as that awareness self-aware,
ear of the ear, eye of the eye,
as stark truth sages did declare.
When we sleep, ego disappears,
resurrecting itself at dawn,
bringing with it desires and fears,
demons that vanish when we yawn.
We feel limited, caged in form,
yet heart tells us there’s more to us
but since we’re trapped in a thought storm,
concepts continue to nonplus.
Betwixt two thought trains, in the pause,
with the fulcrum, our tranquil heart,
as both the effect and the cause,
we then sense bliss ignition start.
How may magnetism be explored,
that truth of Self be realised,
save by erasing mind’s scoreboard,
that thus ego is exorcized?
Upon ending thought commotion,
that that remains is who we are,
revealed in ultra slow motion;
light that lights each and every star.
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