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Softening Attention
Looking back at life lived so far,
we fear we have drifted afar.
Boon now bane, gift of thought, a curse;
heed musings of the universe!
That that comes and goes, unreal,
so invoke bliss that holds appeal.
Resting then narrow thought forms terse,
heed musings of the universe!
Silence enables touch divine,
if we choose with love to align.
Without any need to rehearse,
heed musings of the universe!
We can always remain joyful,
feeling vibrant, blissful and full.
As turbid earth life we traverse,
heed musings of the universe!
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Unseeking Seeker
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