Tomorrow will be too lateEmploying absolute freedom innate,
as the subject, the object and the means
the triad of energies shapes our fate,
with the light of Self veiled behind five screens,
the densest being our organic form,
God’s vital life breath enlivening dust,
entwined with mind, conjuring a thought storm,
bliss body and childlike heart that does trust,
being then the hurdles we need to cross,
to...
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Partial recognitionEach realm we visit is a dream template,
wherein our essence is cloaked in a form,
that memory erased, we may tempt fate,
our lifeline at all times, touch of love warm.
Mistaken we’re only this body-mind,
even though we see it is doomed to die,
we spurn soft whispers of our conscience kind,
bemused by desires, reaching for the sky.
Drifting through...
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