I never stop to wonder about one-reality!
I never stop to think of one-reality!
I never stop to guess about one-reality!
I never even stop to notice one-reality!
There is someone in the background playing,
Flute, lute, guitar, rabab and sitar;
While I get up,
I see in multivarious dresses manifest one-reality;
I never even once consider or see any reason,
In deeming myself apart or other than one-reality;
Why?
Because I see both me and the whole manifestation,
Praising and bowing down to one-reality;
I see beneath every pretty dress smiling,
The brilliant face of one-reality;
I see in all seasons blooming...
The colourful fragrant flowers of one-reality;
I see perfect, spotless - without faults...
All around the awe-inspiring beauty of one-reality;
So pray tell me, my friends!
Do you also see the omnipresence of one-reality?
I dare to ask this personal question to you because,
I see that almost whole population is deprived of,
Noticing in the whole creation, one-reality.
MyKoul
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