In simple words
Carried away by the ripple of time,
on the enigmatic canvas of space,
our deluded mind, feels within a chime,
signalling presence has no goals to chase.
Déjà vu tells us time does not exist
and formless awareness as our essence,
becomes the truth, when silence we enlist,
revealing God’s light as our quintessence.
As scriptures say, when our eye be single,
here and now we become the all that is,
delighting as polarities mingle,
holding firm sconce of love in vibrant bliss.
Simply watching each thought ego begot,
poised thus in silence, we become self-taught.
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