172. Non-Duality

Giving voice to the voiceless,
Form was born from the formless.
Only spoken on the surface,
Descriptions form your face.

Following the words,
Feet walk past home.
Giving birth to the sin,
Of feeling home-less.

Wondering why you can't be heard,
An unending desire born to roam,
Unable to let the beat of your heart in.
Lost to the play of having to impress.

Surely you jest...
Don't attach to grim...
Shine a light to be shown...
Always as innocent as the birds...

Don't let yourself talk you out of,
What is surely surerer than sure.
The holy spirit delusion can't attach to.
Melt through form and meet the intimacy,
Of a love that can hold, yet is without, duality.

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