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Sans Thought Who Are We
relentlessly flows on linear time
dragging us through enigmatic space
it is a silent yet brutal savagery remorseless
compelling us to trauma bond with pain and disgrace
to make matters worse, we know we are doomed to die
lost in myriad illusions, we seek solace in dreams
but what we cling to, slips through our fingers
as we drift rudderless in thought streams
senses operate in a limited bandwidth
limited too is our feeble, fragmented intellect
we watch helplessly as mind-body slowly decays
so taking control, all thought forms we opt to deselect
sans fragmented thought we discover awareness yet is
amplified and purified in the vibrant void of space
our false self falls away and we cease to sway
doing nothing, we imbibe divine grace
this transmutation is a metamorphosis
a caterpillar shape shifting into a butterfly
as such, how may we describe divine magnetism
unending waves of cascading bliss that makes us sigh
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Unseeking Seeker
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