Limitation of perception
Mind labels in symbols, objects perceived,
with each from the other, different deemed.
Bemused by illusions, we are deceived,
by myriad impressions to us beamed,
hypnotised by the forms, which we have dreamed.
Freezing flow of time, piercing pores of space,
at a stillness point, we see our true face.
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