Idle musings
Dream forms orbit our heart’s core
but why do we keep a score?
Knowing no wave can endure,
let us make presence demure.
Unending celebration
on the path of cessation,
mood and mode, embrace-release,
transforms us as the sea breeze.
The spider has no fixed prey;
to remain still, is its way,
whence in time fed by God’s hand,
His love it does understand.
Caged in space and mocked by time,
heart desires and so we climb
but never become the sky,
from birth till the day we die.
Though we are in maya’s snare,
our mind can go anywhere,
so why not then pierce the veil,
seeking nothing, just set sail?
The worlds vanish and we too,
yet strangely bliss beats renew
and as we become the flame,
we are what mind cannot name.
With the very source we pair,
as awareness self-aware,
poised thus at a stillness point,
soul’s light we ourself anoint.
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