The cosmic egg
Surfing the bardo of the unmanifest,
pulsates Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg
and if we put our fears and desires to rest,
we are hatched therefrom, when for freedom we beg.
Befriending pure silence, our heart quiescent,
God then reveals our true form, luminescent,
whence in but not of the world in which we dwell,
the light of our Self shines in mind-body shell.
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