Zen mode
Is delusion the cause of creation
because if it is not why are we here,
suffering in a sunken vibration,
even though in each pore bliss mists do spear,
the peace of Brahman our heart holds so dear?
Such are musings the vastness must answer,
as we shape shift like a cosmic dancer.
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