THREE WORLDS IN THREE STANZAS

The gross world's fed
by subtle streams
that nourish those
rock-solid dreams.

Gross bubble, popped,
begins to unwind
to the subtle,
arising out of the mind.

The mind ever rests
in the lap of the Soul—
The whole Journey surrounded,
embraced, by the Goal.

 

 

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