Maybe, this is the start of something new?

But, is there really any such thing as “something new?”

Maybe, the 1,000 petaled lotus beckons?

Or maybe, I’ll just continue to seek what I already have?

My mind, like a crazed dervish, frantically darts back and forth between the dualistic and the esoteric.

Why am I disturbed by trivia?

Why do I give credence to the mundane duality?

When there is a lamp in the heart of the Divine, lighting my way home…

 

The same light informs me that my many lives are but One

Each death, merely a setting of the sun

To rise again in the land of opposites

Where, in the blink of an eye

The blaggard ego comes creeping

Like a thief in the night

To smuggle away life’s sweetness

Leaving only bitterness in its wake

 

And so, I rise again

To writhe and squirm

To bleed and heal

To be guided by the light of love

To welcome death with open arms

To bask in a Love of indescribable purity

To melt in the bosom of Divinity

 

Maybe, this is the start of something new?

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