Dead Man Walking
One became two and two, many
Each dream image, an ego form
Embarks upon its soul journey
Feeling currents, both cold and warm
Myriad objects, one subject
One became two and two, many
Soul awakes, when it stands erect
Aligned with love, free from worry
Dead men walking, is not funny
Immersed in feral thoughts savage
One became two and two, many
Imaginary is bondage
Oh hermit, awake in stillness
Search no more, for pastures sunny
Entwine now, with the That oneness
One became two and two, many
07-July-2021
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