Universes And Peace Poem by Nereva Notswa

Universes and peace

I am in the centre of the universe.
Wherever I am, it is the centre of the universe.
Whatever I am, it is a universe.
All I am is a universe.

What is a universe?
Me and my family, friends and foes,
Home and nation,
World, sun, moon and stars,
And maybe angels and devils,
gods and goddesses make up my universe
and much more.

A bang so loud it cannot be heard,
Right now,
Makes bliss, knowing and being arise out of pure consciousness.
Hearing, touching, smelling, seeing, tasting
and all doings, arise out of being.
They make forms and movement given reality by belief
Which gels them into solidity,
Myriads of concepts and beliefs.

I believe that mine is the only real universe.

Can there ever be peace among myriads of different realities?

Only the belief in difference makes difference real.

The energy of any movement is the same energy.
Whatever is tasted, tasting is the same.
Whatever is seen, seeing is the same.
Whatever is heard, hearing is the same.
Whatever is, being, knowing and bliss are the same.
I just am
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