Deja Vu
Déjà vu tells us life’s an illusion,
being a thought projection of our mind,
stupor being cause of our confusion,
so we flounder about, as though we’re blind.
If time is real, then how do we see,
events and places, where we’ve not yet been?
If with this postulation we agree,
in tranquil silence, the truth we may glean.
Just as blinkers cover a horse’s eyes,
that it should focus in one direction,
let’s take earth life as a school, where soul tries
to ascend by consciousness correction.
This hypothesis suggests, we’re not this.
How may truth be known, till we feel pure bliss?
How may truth be known, till we feel pure bliss,
as sublime joy that does not come and go?
Scriptures affirm that Divine Mother’s kiss
may be graced upon us in stillness slow.
Path any, if we are to transcend thought,
to get to the source, wherefrom life breath flows,
entering silence, becoming self-taught,
we garner wisdom, our true being knows.
Divine magnetism begins to fill form,
which we may call Holy Spirit or chi
and as we are swept away in this storm,
our false ego falls and we clearly see.
Time and space dissolve and all becomes one;
within us glows light, of the central sun.
Within us glows light, of the central sun,
representing the truth transcendental,
known in waking state, when we come undone,
choosing to become mindful and gentle.
Thoughts dualistic make us eristic,
which loosely translated, is the ego
but if we wish to become a mystic,
cravings of lower mind, we must let go.
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
affirmed in the scriptures time and again
and bliss cascades within us day and night,
provided our heart’s cleansed from feral stain.
That we’re in a dream, is our conclusion;
déjà vu tells us life’s an illusion.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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