Who will bear witness to the
truth of the Self
when only the Self exists?
Who will speak of that ecstatic
love where no trace of lover remains?
Can drop know the feelings of ocean?
Where do we truly belong?
Light leaves no room for
shadow
as the singer becomes the
song.
The mystics reveal the
secret:
at the edge of the horizon
between duality and unity,
There is a sunrise sliver of
joy:
the incandescent delight in the instant before
moth becomes flame;
Brief heartbeat: then only perfect Silence
And the infinite bliss of
the One.
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