An epiphany dawns
wee hours of the morn
deep stillness the mode
as funnel of pure awareness
we stand erect in our abode
all worlds around us swirl
illusions, dreamlike surreal
around the Sushumna whirl
we know them to be unreal
we are at the centre
pristine, untouched, nonchalant
we feel no urge to enter
for our heart is free from want
several hours go by
we remain in our cocoon
tranquil our heart, single our eye
manifest worlds jejune
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