Break the jinx
Consciousness evolves as it flows along
the cycle of existence feeling lost,
looking for a place where it does belong
but in this search heart pays a heavy cost.
Fleeting is joy and lingering is pain,
with attachments scarring fabric of soul
and freedom thought as boon has become bane,
for distanced from source, it never feels whole.
A time comes when presence chooses to rest,
dwelling in the void of thought cessation,
whereupon thus with no load on its chest,
life becomes unending celebration.
Trapped in the open, we are free within ~
Feel with each breath, bliss ignition begin
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