When you meditate on the essential truth,
Falling into stillness, You will hear:
The sound of the most beautiful chord of music,
Whose notes become louder and louder,
Whose vibration fills your whole being,
Until its essence totally absorbs you,
In an intense sweetness and bliss,
As if you are transported to the garden of Eden,
The notes shall become inaudible but,
As you fall in to worldly bustle and din,
Such bliss you can scarcely experience,
As long as you are on the level of mind,
Because the mind is the "slayer of the Real,
It breaks us away from the spiritual Truth,
Which is to be found within the lover's heart,
The mind understands through duality -
the differentiation of subject and object,
While truth is to be found in a state of oneness:
The knower, the knowledge, the known are one
Mykoul
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