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What is life but a lucid dream, borne by desires we choose to stream? When ego cravings we deface, from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace. All that’s dear will soon disappear, so why should we then live in fear? Upon exiting life’s rat race, from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace. The soul and universe are one, so melding with the cosmic hum, steps toward home as we retrace, from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace. Divine Mother implants a kiss, felt deep within as boundless bliss. As love’s benign burns we embrace, from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.

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Date: 1/31/2025 11:17:00 AM
Dear seeker, your ink emanates wisdom! This is so true and profound, why must we live in fear, and we see everywhere so many living in a rat race. Life is indeed a lucid dream. That opening line really got me intrigued to read more dear seeker. And a very creative refrain youv used here. Always a pleasure reading you .. sending you light today and always
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Date: 1/31/2025 7:12:00 PM
Pores in space, flickers in space ~ literal, not metaphorical but can be cognised only when silence & stillness deepens. Liken space as the womb that holds within it all that is manifest, which is dual in nature. Beyond space is singularity. So the veil of space too needs to be pierced.

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