What Is Real

What may we call definitive save the bliss throb deep in our bones immersed in flow meditative heightened rapture we feel alone Ego pursues relentlessly following us like a shadow preserving its identity luring us in dreams of morrow Encased in body separate yet recognising all is void fears and desires precipitate by currents turbid we are toyed Even in brilliance of stillness ego baiting with imagery blocking merger with That oneness by grandeur imaginary The bliss that abates not with time joyful vibration permanent true love of the divine sublime our innate native element 15-November-2020 (syllabic rhyme)