Without ever having known one-reality,
All my poetry would have been such a waste,
Of well worded time and effort;
But then, between myself and the one-reality,
Who could ever guess,
That there is no distance between;
The one reality loves me,
Beyond any conceivable measure!
I am not too scared to proclaim,
That one reality is rather,
Undifferentiated and absolute!
It is naive to think that,
One-reality is made of parts and components;
So I am left with a mystic feeling in my heart:
I am not a mere shadow of one reality!
I am a manifestation of one-reality!
I am not a broken or a separate component!
I am not concealed in a hollow husk, like a grain!
I am not a poem incomplete!
I am not like a poem, under construction in my heart,
Waiting for its final touch.
MyKoul
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