What Is Real
out of the frying pan, we plunge into the fire
succumbing thus to ego spawned desire
ephemeral objects, our ego aspires
where are we headed, oh hermit
our deluded cravings have no merit
fallen from grace, head and heart split
bewildered we are, amidst myriad external illusions
blown away like a leaf, is our fickle attention
clear light dawning in void of cessation
that that comes and goes unreal
save throb of bliss nothing has appeal
fire of bliss in our heart, purges and heals
nonchalant soul presence, pure and unstained
vaporising lower mind, divine joy ingrains
unaffected by worldly loss or gain
deluded ego in separateness
slowly cognises interconnectedness
transcending finally to absolute oneness
earth life then thus a journey without movement
discontentment transmuting to contentment
culminating in blissful love enablement
05-April-2021
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