The matrix
We chose to enter trance in this lucid dream
and then mistaken that we are body-mind,
we nurtured dark desires that caused fears to stream,
as swirling thought forms that gripped us in a bind.
We are yet at any given moment free,
if we unshackle presence from our mind tree,
whence cessation instantly reclaims soul’s light,
drenched in bliss magnetism, heightening delight.
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