Here now this morn
even when we be caught in a web of thought
at the stillness fulcrum we are self-aware
of the fact that life’s dream dance amounts to naught
and thus trance of delusion we can outstare
so bilocation having become the norm
core of being is motionless in each storm
enabling us to remain at all times free
weaving our way through life blissful and carefree
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