Illusion of solidity
Each realm a template, by God created,
which appears solid, though made of dream-stuff,
wherein if we enter, we are baited,
by shape shifting forms, touch both smooth and rough.
Viewing each domain as an illusion,
yet real if we don a form therein,
holding awareness thus ends delusion,
in the void of silence of heart within.
To materialise and vaporise
our form at will by power of intent,
is then the control we may realise,
with vibrance of our heart granting consent.
The truth of what is, may be debated ~
Each realm a template, by God created
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