The glaring screaming unreal.
I see a shining, piercing light,
Screaming into my eyes,
The diversity of things,
Loudly announcing its existence.
Telling me that what I see is fundamental,
There is nothing beyond,
I believed it all this time,
Until I didn’t.
Just how can it be that what seems real to the eyes is actually unreal?
I used a microscope,
And found an internal cosmos,
All within.
And instead saw what I had never seen,
With eyes closed.
How could it be?!
Empty vessels make the most noise,
I now understand,
The light that is screaming,
Is empty,
And the light that is subtle,
Hidden and typically out of focus,
Is brimming with bliss,
One reality illumining everything,
I find an internal cosmos,
With the power of silence and focus I find it,
The all illumining,
With no beginning and no end,
Alive and conscious,
Brimming with pure love,
I swim in it,
And find bliss in just being the light,
Bliss in just being.
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