I feel as if I’ve stopped the rot
That started in my brain,
And, whether that’s the case or not,
I don’t feel any pain.
I look out through my aging eyes,
Aware that what I see
Is proof of neither “truth” nor lies
But how it’s meant to be.
It couldn’t be another way,
No matter what is tried,
And so I’m not about to stray
Or veer from side to side.
My path is golden, straight and true
And travels through my heart to you.
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Non-Duality
