Attending to webs of phenomena,
One encircles its Being,
In search for ultimate, indistructable peace
Not feeling it is already here,
In the background of all conditioned existence.
The mind keeps boiling,
Its unsaturated, strong flavours,
Throwing one in intense practices and scriptures
But the guiding is misleading,
And the sweet rest still chased.
Noticing moment by moment,
How movement arises like a chimera
In the dunes of awareness,
One finds itself at ease and simplicity,
Living in true meditation.
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