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Who am I

mind that thinks
heart that feels
senses five

reflect

thoughts vary
emotions differ
senses too can ebb

yet

we are alive
in the waking state
but what of dreamless sleep

where are we then
we recall it not
yet awake from it nevertheless 

so

are we not the screen of aliveness
upon which states come and go
witnessing the flow of life

what is it, this noumena
upon which we witness phenomena 
deluded that we are this decaying form

pause

who is the dweller enlivening the gap
between inhaling and exhaling
or between two thoughts

to ascertain, we become still
relinquishing ownership over mind
as also senses that enable cognition

silence

no sound, sight, taste, smell or touch 
we are yet alive in the eerie inky black void
aglow, animated, poised in agendaless vibrance

fleeting images come and go, which we release
detached, unaffected, as the space element 
wherein bereft of movement, time too ends

but mind-body tires and so we exit silence
re-entering the realm of differentiated perception
dependent solely upon a subject-object relationship 

repeated immersion in silence befriends the vast void
identity recedes and we become empty of concepts
seeking nothing we are just present in the bardo

in timeless time

we bring back in realm dual essence of silence 
witnessing all goings and comings with nonchalance 
in but not of the world, engage and disengage seamlessly 

something within gives, it must and so does, filling emptiness
the time frame for this happenstance cannot be predicted 
we feel divine magnetism pervade form osmotically 

when Holy Spirit graces us with Its benign presence
at first we as ego look upon It as an otherworldly energy
because we as yet still believe we are this limited body-mind

bliss magnetism fixates our attention in the enigmatic dance
we have no choice; as we are taken over by the kundalini 
wisdom downloads follow, revealing love alone is real

all good but

the question ‘who am I’ yet remains, for to what avail is bliss
wondrous as it is, will it not ebb away when our body dies
no doubt as formless awareness we survive, born-again
but being twirled about from form to form, gender rotated
to what end and for what purpose are we to be in this realm

diving deeper

as we ask, answers are provided by universal consciousness 
the questioner who asks, doubts and seeks is imaginary identity
thus only when in witness mode, do our fears and desires disappear 

so prioritising silence, awakening love that entwines existence we are
as we are we so become and then one day, we see a leaf fall off
the ego dies, delusion disappears and we behold true Self
pulsating living light, soft white, in ineffable peace and renewal 
feeling complete thus, with no coming or going or doing to be done 

the Self

is what we are, in a singularity, absolute and without any attributes 
boundaries between form and formlessness blur, all becomes one
we are he, who we set out to seek, descending that we may ascend

to grow in love

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