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,
Absolutum dominum.
Which one,
Light Being
Is the status of your Consciousness?
A beautiful poem on life and its trivialities.Loved it. 'Sleepwalkers rotating in burlesque lives, Thriving on comedy and tragedy, Impossible to transcend the addiction To separation, pain and otherness, '.....is very nice.10+++++
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The state we refer to as consciousness occurs in many ways, in many species. An emergent property of the complexity of neural networks. I still struggle with the concept of I.