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Inner luminescence Bliss in permanence That that does not come and go Assimilated in staid stillness slow Liken it to a magnetic tickle Caress divine that’s not fickle Irrespective of the external Just like our breath, eternal Sorrow that arises from pain We like the sun but not the rain It is but an outcome sought, denied Mind-body identification, best decried Recognising life as akin to a lucid dream We feel by touch impulses we did stream Once we know this, nothing’s amiss By day and night we radiate bliss Thus, Sat-Chit-Ananda, fact not fiction Whence free from attachment addiction In being, so becoming the bliss flame Give it any name, we’re not the same 22-December-2022

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Date: 12/22/2022 1:21:00 PM
Okay.However, as a human being it is very challenging not to form attachments as that is a part of the human condition, isn't it? I'm amazed that you could all of this into rhyme.
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Unseeking Seeker
Date: 12/22/2022 5:32:00 PM
This poem was actually a spontaneous response to someone on another forum ~ attachments are formed in the human form, no doubt but simply recognising that they pertain to transient mind-body apparatus and not our true Self, we witness how relationships and moods shift, within the attachment mode. Like a move, we identify with the character on screen but know we are not that actor.
Date: 12/22/2022 12:49:00 AM
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satcitananda?wprov=sfti1
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Nancy Kaufman
Date: 12/23/2022 1:58:00 PM
Oh. thanks for clarifying. I think that's why those people who meditate do their "cleanings' at the end of the day, right?

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