the fiction called life

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In a world in which matter is everything

and " spirit " is just a word that seems to float around in

some background

the words " the fiction called life " might sound beyond belief

but so is the Reality of dreamless-sleep called Self.

 

If the mind cannot imagine this Reality called Self

then think of how much BLISS, JOY it would take to make the

body vanish with its thoughts and universe.

 

This unfathomable BLISS

is this Reality called Samadhi

that diluted with thoughts and chakras

egos call their Kundalini.

 

I don't think

I don't write

I'm the Laughter

that hands think

and egos write