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)
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
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