When you lay down, stripped of armour
Unwinding from the fuss of things,
You notice your aspersities soften,
And the senses openning broad.
Perception locks out the stories of thought,
Unmasking experience as a land of Beauty,
Aware spirit as the sole Presence,
Beyond and within the plethora of energy forms.
The world of division and names ends here,
Glory to the bareness of Reality,
Which welcomes all to realize the Wholesome,
To glow as the lustre of Great Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. An insightful poem.