What Is Real

Myriad thought forms manifest bubbles That which lower mind calls reality Yet desire precedes thought, a truth simple If desire springs from geniality What arises from love, is elation Whilst narrow cravings birth turbidity Gods worlds, epitome of perfection Contrasted by utter chaos upon earth Methinks, ego cause of agitation Joy to us innate, flowing, bubbling mirth We seem to have lost track, along our way Take refuge, oh hermit, in hearts warm hearth Life after life, we continue to sway Immersed in illusions, borne of our mind Life beauteous, yet all we see is grey Exit from delusion, easy to find Staring at us in the void of silence Pristine stillness frees us from ego bind Born free, forever free, in innocence No anchor for rancour or stagnation In continuum of divine parlance Clear light dawns, when thus in meditation One with God and with entire creation 09-January-2021 (syllabic Terza Rima)