Captive
Senses externalised, we’re held captive
by myriad forms of fear and desire
and so unless presence is adaptive,
bemused by illusions, it will soon tire
in pursuit of objects it would acquire.
This recognition for us is enough
to shift into calm, exiting seas rough,
whereupon soul’s freedom is ours to claim,
making easy challenges, that seemed tough,
drenched in love and light, in our life’s end game.
03-Feb-2023
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