Through the sheet of glass
Through the stack of blinds
Through the invisible air
And visible greens
The sight travels
The heart follows
Resting now, on sprouting life
Newness peeking through the stagnation
Bringing in prospect
And like magic, out of nowhere
Materializes the miracle of creation
The same omniscience that settles inside
Below the rubble of intellect
The bubble of ego.
Reassures the restless thought
To snooze a bit
And let in the glow!
For what can the eyes behold
In the absence of light
And what can the being perceive
In the presence of the identity
With this vessel.
Let go the sticking
Let in the bliss!
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