Parallax
“thought rested awareness is not confined
escape oh hermit, clutches of your mind”
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Looks
deceive
being but
an outer form,
concealing within
true essence of the self,
which is revealed in stillness.
The dweller of the void is free,
witnessing waves rising and falling,
knowing ebb and flow to be but a play.
Our views rooted in narrow prejudice,
derived from low animal instinct,
confined to cognitive impulse,
serving mind body combine.
If we flow, we are free:
stagnation anchors.
Shift to the heart
rekindles
blissful
joy.
22-December-2020
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