Reflex Response
Awaking from a dream, we soon forget
that the play enacted, felt as real therein.
It follows to reason that we suspect
what we call waking, perhaps illusion,
discerned in stillness of meditation.
What matters each moment, is our response,
unfettered and flowing in nonchalance,
devoid of all ego urgings feral,
ever throbbing in blissful innocence,
embracing each pulse as Gods miracle.
10-November-2020
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