Half material, half ethereal,
we find ourself here amidst illusions.
When within this dream world, for us is real,
having contracted in limitation,
being cause of consciousness confusion.
We may however get to clarity
by rotating endowed polarity
of thought and senses with calm mindfulness,
divine entwined in continuity,
awareness unbroken in staid stillness.
What happens thus is this: our witness stance,
detached from all transient events around,
flows unfettered in childlike innocence,
resonating with love, yet feet on ground,
uncaring of outcomes and thus unbound.
Magnetised emptiness then throbs with bliss,
being always in a divine caress.
Though not the doer, the doing is done.
We feel then complete, with nothing amiss,
in the light of the spiritual sun.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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