Identity Crisis
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The slightest tremor
makes the flame flicker,
even in our dream,
where thought spirals stream.
How still is stillness,
aligned with oneness,
if yet there be ‘I’,
making our heart sigh?
05-April-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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