In a world where we do not exist
Are we feeble form or are we fickle mind
or perhaps neither since both are doomed to die?
To discern the truth, we left concepts behind
and chose to plunge in the void and wingless fly.
In time, our soul’s eternal light we did find,
recognising life’s a dream and death a lie.
Thus when asked, what happens if we don’t exist,
we ask the questioner, what in dreams they missed.
We are pure consciousness, we are living light,
although for the moment, we are caged in form
but having seen the truth by spherical sight,
in the core of our soul, betwixt bliss beats warm,
knowing the truth, why would we now crouch in fright,
when all we need to do, is simply conform,
to whispers of love as impulsed by our heart,
as presence feels therein bliss ignition start?
One with God, inseparable from the whole,
the question then is, of wave versus ocean,
meaning that as we go about our life role,
mistaken we’re form, creating commotion,
which feature of the ocean does heart extol,
when it is the collective whole in motion?
There is in truth no one here, save an ego,
a bubble of illusion, we must forgo.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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