The Knowing
Fear
of death
envelopes
all other fears;
annihilation
of who we think we are,
as in a separate self.
This delusion, our suffering;
identification with body,
though knowing that it is ephemeral.
Upon internalising attention,
in thought vaporised meditation,
we connect with the universe.
Our consciousness shifts gently,
reveals divinity,
being we ourself
hidden within;
eternal,
pristine,
pure!
17-October-2020
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