Keep Walking

“spell of maya, induces a stupor luminous self, fallen caricature” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pouring our aliveness into the dream, that each pulse therein we vividly feel, delusional agenda ego streams, hypnotic illusions having appeal, compelling us by contraction, to kneel. Our choiceless choice to create a dream world, wherein amidst our own thought forms we curl, per say a play of innocence harmless but for indulgence in cravings unfurled; in stagnation, feeling separateness. Duality pulse births polarity, wax and wane, attraction and propulsion; our anxiety and serenity, between which there is void of cessation. Dwell there, oh hermit, in meditation! We are and be as our attention flows, stupor by pausing, self inflicted blow, for otherwise, presence is always free, imbibing divine bliss in stillness slow, enjoying gift of life, with childlike glee! 23-December-2020