Tail Wagging Dog
Any consciousness contracting thought
Is ego begot
Having its roots in fear & desire
In the domain of transience being the ego’s lair
Our mind is in a fog
Because we allow the tail to wag the dog
Relegating the role of mind-body to an instrument
We rest in bubbling bliss in quiet contentment
Bliss being the true nature of our consciousness
Whilst indulgence in ephemerality ego narrowness
Yet being granted free will
We may choose to be either agitated or in joy still
The optimal choice of attention resonation
Is always the divine love vibration
Exiting the habit of holding on to
If instead we resistancelessly our heart pulse renew
Our childlike presence flowing in the here & now continuum
We are joyous & blissful devoid of egoic residuum
Simply know that God is bliss
Expansive with nothing amiss
If we be in contraction
Recognise it as ego precipitation
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