~~Shadow(s) of Thought.~~
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Thoughts very deep,
Thoughts very shallow,
Hide well the Light,
That casts their shadow.
As shadows they come,
Move and go, run in the sky,
Shadows of Thoughts keep on fly.
Fast, swift, lazy or slow,
They put before us a splendid show.
And still remain just an empty shadow.
Have neither essence nor existence,
Yet have a form enormous,
A funny shape, mere appearance.
Thoughts, mild or strong,
Thoughts right or wrong,
Thoughts sick or sound,
Always keep on staying around.
When you follow or chase them,
Try to find-out their source,
They keep on eluding you,
Evading with all their force.
But when their source is found,
Clearly seen their background.
They disappear leaving behind,
A brilliant Light, not just a sheen.
Where there is neither the observer,
And where there is nor the seen.
And one comes face-to-face,
With the Ever-present Truth,
When the Thought is so ultimately lost,
Along-with the seeker, and the sought.
Then emerges the core, The Reality,
The Light, The Love, and The Heart,
And Transcendence, beyond the Thought.
One reaches here once in a while, -seldom.
Loss of Thought is the arrival of Wisdom.
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Thoughts very deep,
Thoughts very shallow,
Hide well the Light,
That casts their shadow.
As shadows they come,
Move and go, run in the sky,
Shadows of Thoughts keep on fly.
Fast, swift, lazy or slow,
They put before us a splendid show.
And still remain just an empty shadow.
Have neither essence nor existence,
Yet have a form enormous,
A funny shape, mere appearance.
Thoughts, mild or strong,
Thoughts right or wrong,
Thoughts sick or sound,
Always keep on staying around.
When you follow or chase them,
Try to find-out their source,
They keep on eluding you,
Evading with all their force.
But when their source is found,
Clearly seen their background.
They disappear leaving behind,
A brilliant Light, not just a sheen.
Where there is neither the observer,
And where there is nor the seen.
And one comes face-to-face,
With the Ever-present Truth,
When the Thought is so ultimately lost,
Along-with the seeker, and the sought.
Then emerges the core, The Reality,
The Light, The Love, and The Heart,
And Transcendence, beyond the Thought.
One reaches here once in a while, -seldom.
Loss of Thought is the arrival of Wisdom.
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