Timeless immensity takes on the play of the finite,
Of particles oscillating in free space,
But everything that rises and subsides is ephemeral,
And ignorant minds believe its true and real.
No atoms or multiverses are needed,
To realize that only pure Awareness is the plasma of Life,
Each experience happens in Beingness,
This substratum subtler than space.
Once mind is abandoned as a mean to answer
The burning question of "Who am I? ",
A deep Silence sinks one into the Truth,
Uprooting the ego's falsehood.
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