I Am That
It is what it is, is it not ~
Turbid thought forms, ego begot
Irked by our mind, what do we do ~
Taming desires, soul's light shines through
Illusions, sensory prison ~
Time's now for soul to be risen
In this dream we ask, who are we ~
In staid stillness we are set free
Imagining life, we create ~
Tempests wild or love touch sedate
Immanent is the throb of life ~
Take refuge therein, be bliss rife
I Am That, divine living light ~
Toroidal bliss hum, day and night
16-August-2022
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
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