The essence of all forms
Bereft of attributes, Self is living light,
which is our true being, shaped as God Himself,
in a realm outside space-time, where we shine bright
and so recognising this as our true Self,
we weave our way through life in drunken delight,
knowing what’s impulsed will unfold by itself.
God dwells in the Self and Self dwells in the heart,
which is why illumined living is an art.
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