And, even though it’s told
That consciousness vibrates,
Which lets all things unfold
From stars to wooden gates,
Yet, when I close my eyes
And know that I’m aware,
I neither realise
Nor miss the world “out there”.
Instead, all I perceive
Is perfectly at peace.
As such, I can’t believe
I’d once want that to cease.
Yet, when I look around,
All sorts of things abound.
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