Idle Musings
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Thinning of the veil
of space where we sail,
loosens and tightens,
as thought load lightens.
The vast womb of space,
where dream forms we chase,
is an illusion,
causing confusion.
What’s the noumena
of phenomena,
one with That Oneness,
eternal witness?
Soft, silent humming,
of heart cords strumming,
uses soul’s free will,
to bliss throbs instil.
It’s a choiceless choice,
to echo our voice,
doing what we like,
feeling rapture spike.
Singularity
or duality
appears on the screen,
as our desires beam.
Arguments fall flat,
there’s no this or that,
once ego is shorn,
we’re here, now reborn.
So breath by breath thus,
without making fuss,
abide in silence,
of bliss beats vibrance.
09-June-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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