Tuesday 24 April 2012


This so called 'world' appearing on the screen
Of Consciousness pure, is but a dire dream.
Moving pictures form a wierd shadow show,
They deceive us more than we can ever know.
The Truth is that this falsely named 'real world',
Unveiled and horizontally unfurled,
Is but a Karma field, a diorama,
Invisible, yet a verticle panorama.
When this mystery is well discerned,
By 'world's drama', one is less concerned.
Verticle lines of destiny run through each soul,
When added up together, we'll know the whole.

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