What is real
Let us look for that which does not come and go,
erect without support, so self-existent,
that truth of the noumena we get to know,
for which we first rest thought spirals insistent,
that we transcend lower mind in stillness slow,
discovering light of Self, bliss resplendent.
As awareness self-aware, outside space-time,
renewal continual marks our heart’s chime.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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