Ulladu Narpadu Addendum 4
Though we sit alone, we are in a crowd,
hounded by thought forms we cannot repulse
and the cacophonic din is so loud,
we fail to be enthralled by bliss beat’s pulse,
until we enter silence on impulse.
If the light of Self is what we would see,
ego must be exhumed, that soul be free.
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