The Game
The one
as many
manifest
with free will
bestowed
to each aspect
of Itself
to fully feel
and experience
each life throb
in freedom
slowly recognising
singularity
in plurality
all energies entwined
merely vibrating
at different octaves
of love & light
albeit veiled
momentarily
causing anxiety
arising from
misalignment
in the effort
to expand
within the bubble
of imagined self
as the ego
resident in
fleeting form
Seeing this play
the hermit
stretches & yawns
doing his bit
in as ordained
as a part
of the divine game
being enacted
moment to moment
both within
and without
then smiles
and moves on
within
in the void
of silence
07-November-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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