The sweet silent
miracle of
knowing
oneself to be
Self.
And in so
knowing
Knowing All
intimately.
A rooster crowing
The sensation of coolness where
the stone floor meets the foot
A lizard chirping
The smell of smoke drifting in
from a nearby village.
Day breaks and dim shapes
turning into bushes and trees.
A peacock calling out
from a nearby village.
Day breaks and dim shapes
turning into bushes and trees.
A peacock calling out
Is All you touching me
Oh how close
you are
My very own
Self
No more
veils
to hide your
radiant gaze
From every
corner of the universe
I see only You
seeing Me
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