High fidelity
the image was distorted
because the canvas was contorted
and so to set things right
we entered staid silence, becoming the light
now with the vast void, having become our home
from a centreless fulcrum, resounded gong of Om
the that cosmic vibration, all pervading
an ocean of life, in which all souls are wading
subtler, gentler over time the sound became
ego vaporised, leaving no desires to tame
rapturous bliss cascaded in mind-body urn
wherein our soul presence chose to willingly burn
surfing the bardo, on choosing to let go
we imbibed direct wisdom, very few on earth know
and as music of the spheres plays by itself
flame of Christ consciousness glows as light of Self
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