*aum. Poem by Oliver. Lyles

It lies present
beyond the trees
Past the seas
Within the breeze.

A place without face
Only souls to embrace
To leave without trace.
Time to time
I do
In my mind.

Is it the same,
Can happiness and sadness be the same?
Do I remember the place from where I came
A sky of halls no framawork echo calls.

Tossed up wind wound in bellows
Spirit, veils of silk and lace
Openness not empty
Nothingness yet plenty
Myriad beauty accent through aeon and century.

Patterns unfathomed
Is it sensible are you a thinker
Is this sensible to wonder
Or discard the million thoughts between each blink.

Which dream will you live dreamer
When spheres are not now just to ponder.
Be mindful to each thought, each dream the one I ought
In the wilderness of beyond her, our mother earth.

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('AUM' is the reflection of the absolute reality, it is said to be 'Adi Anadi', without beginning or the end and embracing all that exists.)