The troubling duality

Of the mind we say, stands without props

So does the body claim and the same

for the spirit, the Aatmaa.

The multitudes of the transitory states

Beneath all stays the same.

 

What power do the stream of thoughts hold

That it shakes us deep within, fissures it creates

Whilst there are none, duality it seeks

Leading astray from the hard-earned equanimity,

Oh! the irony, it itself persevered to attain.

 

Of what use is thinking when its

only intention is to instigate duality

For the tranquility is not a minute’s work

But the work of a dexterous craftsman

Who toils and toils for just a fresh breath.

 

Of what differences do we talk

When the same Sameness permeates all

The mind plots and it does it so well

Differences it desires whilst there exists none

For everything is merged in Shiva.

 

 

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