Where do I end and where do you begin?
We labor under the illusion that the many
Exists where really there is only one
Appearing in its varied forms under the sun
Standing on a misshapen ball of rock and mud
Covered mostly with water, oozing crimson red
Suspended in deep space, without any support
Isnt it amazing how it exhibits complete rapport
With every other denizen of this infinite universe
Held in place by a weak force, yet quite fierce
In the absence of which, we would into space whirl
Without any sustenance, spiralling within into a curl
It is quite amazing that faced with this limitless truth
We still worry daily about work, food, and allied brood
When time and space shall really fold and gently vanish
If we learn to see truly, without scales, quite untarnished
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I like the way you put the reality, if we are close to the reality all the time then we dont worry that much and i think we will be more happier, fulfilled with no attachments, so constant remeberence of the reality makes it happier but they call it viragya and no one likes it :-)
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I think your attempt at constant remembrance will be assisted when you take up the Sahaj Marg. They advocate constant remembrance.
I think your attempt at constant remembrance will be assisted when you take up the Sahaj Marg. They advocate constant remembrance.
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