The center of the universe is which resides without movements
Fullness-ly detached
Without a name, form or any concerns
It is spontaneously alive and effortlessly faithful
Pay attention
to the successions of imagery giving pretense of the body;
a body that shadows
But that is not to say it is not a miracle
Just don’t let it become a spectacle
Memory separates, illusions it creates
Without your perception of the past can you claim the continual?
In essence, we are identical
Peace in the restless is possible
Seeker, seek no more
You are the original Awareness of the Beautiful
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
