Where Lies Our Fulcrum
“enjoying illusions without stagnating
in blissful nonchalance, we keep on flowing”
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Let
us take
awareness
as aliveness,
innate to our self,
as witness consciousness,
upon which reflections move,
quite the same thing as a movie,
then strangely we choose to be confined
lost amidst the dream characters on screen.
We go to sleep, dream, wake up, again dream.
What then is a dream and what is real?
What matters is our responses.
to the events playing out.
Are we poised to let go
and connect within
with the divine
in our heart:
throbbing
bliss.
12-December-2020
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