what is real
we are living light caged in form
in heart God dwells; feel His touch warm
let not fears and desires nonplus
nothing’s real, not even us
myriad illusions amuse
yet be what may, they can’t confuse
life is is dream, why for then fuss
nothing’s real, not even us
dwell in silence, rest lower mind
leave imagined knowing behind
what do we as ghost forms discuss
nothing’s real, not even us
poised as awareness self-aware
one with oneness, with love we pair
this dream ends when we board God’s bus
nothing’s real, not even us
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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