I have withheld all my thoughts at the cliff edge of my mind, A step further and the emptiness will be filled again, Many times I have gone over the cliff, Trashing myself into an ocean of thoughts.
Why do I lose the beauty of an empty mind? Why do I not allow the song to continue? Where the Sacred Aum surrounds me, Yet my thoughts seem to drown me.
I've let thoughts win each time, Not that this is a battle on my side, Each time I seek for the Sacred Aum, More noise seems to appear at the Gate.
Acting like a great host - I let the noise in, Suddenly my house is frantic with chaos, I often stand by and watch this drama unfold, And again I enter into the Sacred Aum.
When the noise has finally entered into a melody, When the heaviness of thought enters a lighter state, When sorrow dissolves into an intoxication, I am bliss, transforming into Formless Awareness.
From the depths of a soul, creativity is born and is able to blossom into a tree scattered with sweet fruit. Creativity creates change.
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