Sat Cit Ananda
Self-existent consciousness, substratum of existence
May, if you will, be taken to be God’s heart beat
Thus between objects there is no distance
Core of our being is always bliss replete
Which we search and strive for yet know not
Lost in thought spirals, we feel not magnetic heat
Sensing we’re spirit not form, here to be self-taught
In time stretched silence, ego cravings recede
We then pulsate as bliss free from thought
Plugging energy leak, we no longer bleed ~
Treading gently on earth, living simply as of need
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