Simple Recognition
We behold our form, that’s but dust,
so wonder at our acts unjust,
which but serve cravings of ego,
we are somehow loathe to forgo
and with this knowing we begin
slowing down thought, exhuming sin,
that we may recognise our soul,
to feel joyous, blissful and whole
and no sooner we make this shift,
we find we’re no longer adrift,
having woken up in life’s dream,
where myriad illusions stream.
25-May-2023
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