In This Lucid Dream
If we be complete,
bliss drenched, head to feet,
why then do we choose,
to betray our muse?
From heaven to earth,
opting for rebirth,
to replay refrains,
that heart love ingrains.
Life’s a dream of course,
yet we feel remorse,
so descend to feel
hurts that we may heal.
An easier way,
is to sit and pray,
letting go of thought,
that’s ego begot.
Sans thought, ego dies,
soul flies to new highs
and as living light,
frolics in delight.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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