A world of division and one of bliss
Concurrently flower to be experienced,
By an awareness that contains
All names and forms.
One is like a cartesian theater,
A mise-en-scene for the many,
Sleepwalkers rotating in burlesque lives,
Thriving on comedy and tragedy,
Impossible to transcend the addiction
To separation, pain and otherness,
To the shadow identities they undertake,
A laissez-faire bound inevitably to self-decimate
As a monster crushing to die.
Tempus fugit, aegri somnia.
The kingdom of bliss
Is life without a center,
A long kiss of Unity-Love,
No marionettes roam around,
Completion is already here,
Thus variation can't be known.
The omnifarious is toneless
Because the Mind is quiet, succumbed in Source,
Tip-toe walking happens by its own
Even though there aren't any feet,
Is the status of your Consciousness?
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening, consciousness, life, metaphysical
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