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This bodily form here Is where love spears We choose separation Then yearn for union Thus creating a longing To fill what is lacking This game of pretence Easy if played in innocence However, owing to amnesia Life becomes an enigma By illusions hypnotised God within but not realised We have an infallible lifeline To the throb of love align Employing higher mind detect Gross egoic fissures suspect Shifting attention in the void Vivified by bliss overjoyed Contraction borne in stagnation Indulging in fleeting illusion As long as we keep flowing Blissful awareness keeps shining The breeze, the breath, flow easy Unclogged, unfettered, always free 23-November-2020