say it like it is
ego has vacated form
leaving its shell behind
the dead snake yet writhes
by reflex from time to time
witnessed by soul from the void
dying ember can become a fire
if awareness be stuporous
yet is not the baton held by God
weaving in and out of body-mind
in mood and mode of celebration
delusion too is acknowledged
as reminder of work in progress
the caterpillar waits patiently
in the crumbling chrysalis
liberation is assured
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