In the midst of fortune,
In the fullness of affliction,
Under the raising sun or
Beneath the shade of fragrant forests,
Refuge there is not, for a sage.
Battles may come and go,
Melodies of bliss carry on,
Flat days or heretic nights unfold
His light doesn't dim or amplify,
Awareness never moves an inch.
Those that only witness
The grand emanation of mind,
This passing world,
Know with serenity that
Trully, there is no where to stand.
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening, consciousness, life, philosophical , spirit, world
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