as life propels us along,
with heart singing its own song,
dream forms playing on a screen,
reflects light of our soul’s sheen
poised in stillness in each storm,
emptiness being the norm,
from a centreless fulcrum,
throbs the soundless cosmic drum
gong of Om all pervading,
with light of Self unfading,
the reality for us,
in peace aboard God’s bliss bus...
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