If This Was the Last
Fear of future, regrets of past
Both have roots in our lower mind
Dwelling in the eternal now
Sparks bliss that may not be defined
Vaporised presence gentles touch
Entwined with the vast universe
There remains then nothing to seek
Humming a melodious verse
Labyrinths of speculation
Orbits needs of organic form
But for awareness void centric
Each breath manifests a bliss storm
Resting mind’s memory recall
Employing consciousness of soul
Throb of aliveness heart’s worship
Feeling joyous, blissful and whole
Outcomes never speculated
Delighting in life’s dance sublime
Transcending both if’s and maybe’s
Endlessly renews, God’s love chime
Mist of bliss poses no question
Effervescence stagnates nowhere
Love is a ceaseless outpouring
Pristine awareness, self-aware
Emerging from ego’s cocoon
Upon becoming the answer
To gong of Om, behold soul swoon
Akin to a cosmic dancer
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