Genesis of delusion
All dreams are unreal and yet they appear,
wherein ego assumes a specific role,
so knowing this, no object to us is dear,
save God’s boundless love and light, which we extol.
In deep sleep each night, we return to our home,
a singularity, where throbs the gong Om
but on waking up in this domain dual,
delusion grips us, unless love’s our fuel.
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