~ On the road to divinity ~

So many faces in the crowd
Yet they all look the same
The only thing to tell them apart
is a family-given name

Their words are so vibrant
But they make no sense
And they seem quite serious
Yet it all feels dense

Fleeting happiness,
A seductive high
Mind games and desires
Screaming ‘I’

Multiplying goals
But not enough time
to make a life of their own
Just to call it ‘mine’

But the same transparent darkness
lurks in their tears
The same thirsty desperation
feeds their fears

It is when the swan of Love finally arrives
Bringing with it jubilant cries
All is forgotten, no person’s here
A realisation dawns, only the Self is there


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