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Shifting Goalposts
Hark shifting goalposts
moved by ego’s ghosts,
named fear and desire,
we ourselves did sire.
Choosing then monk mode,
bliss our soul’s abode,
in the here and now,
if we but allow.
Nothing need be done;
God and we are one.
Conscience is His voice,
to listen, our choice.
14-September-2022
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Unseeking Seeker
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