Identity is froth
Those bubbles hypnotize
The eyes of our being.
They sparkle, fizzle,
Agglutinate and burst.
Wide, tranquil, emergency-free
The heart-ocean does not change a thing
To its peaceful undulation
From froth to depths
Consciousness freely swims
In one or thousands of lives,
In the blink of an eye,
It knows its way
Froth is ocean-made
But does not see it.
The Ocean knows,
From its eternal depths
That it shelters froth.
Franck Joseph
©FJ July 2020
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Very simple and elegant example
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Hi Ananda
Simple indeed….
Thanks for reading, have a nice day.
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