REFLECTION

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REFLECTION

 

On my blank transparent screen, that is pristine

Primordial Consciousness, clear and clean,

Birthless and deathless; I survey the scene.

I sense it has the semblance of a dream.

Technicolour pictures come and go

Endlessly like a three D movie show.

All are creations of this sleeper's mind,

But I am not that body's brain I find.

Instead I look behind his watchful eyes,

And then discover to my vast surprise,

That I am that Pure Consciousness sublime,

Which is One with Love, and is Divine.