Zen mode
the bliss we sought has now intensified
although it matters not if our form bursts
it is abundantly clear we have been to lied
for it is the ego conjured identity that thirsts
this matrix of manifestation is but thought
conjured by the one as of choiceless choice
love alone is real, there’s nothing to be taught
each wave of the ocean speaks in one voice
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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