Exiting Trance
A make belief world was conjured by my mind,
propelled by heart’s desire for variety
but then these illusions gripped me in its bind,
mutating fear forms dancing in gaiety
and thus floundering about as do the blind,
unable to manage my mind’s anxiety,
I turned attention inward, in cessation,
thus becoming the flame of bliss sensation.
11-March-2023
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