he asks if
the passion is worth it
yes, oh yes
at times it rises
engulfs it all
removes the windows and doors
and walls of the soul
a glimpse of the knowledge
of the entire universe is possible
no, not possible,
it is there
you are this infinite thing
no lines blurring anything
even the retreat from this state
is ecstatic in itself
waves of the all gently recede
carry you back to the now
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3 comments:
Who wrote this? its a great poem.
This is a journal entry that I made after a conversation with a friend.
And thank you for your kind words.
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