Another Name For Everything Poem by Ayni Poet

This mystery of a lifetime arises again within,
A dream in which the entire Existence transpires,
A matrix of percolation of form inside the Void,
Liquid Spirit tossing in perishable clothes.

Turning to the mystics or not for understanding,
Every day is given to dive into one's true nature,
And let go of the sand-made world,
In which we love to grasp this and that.

Always the light of Consciousness but often,
Disguised as the darkness of the ego,
We taste both the sugar and the poison,
Believing their origin is distinct and far,
Yet it is one, unbroken
Silent continuum.