Being Poem by Sajid Merchant

Being



The sweetness of being,
holds no meaning,
existance ceases to exists,
holding no ground, just space,
the time returns to eternity,
all measure dissolves to unity.

Being is just a dream,
between the breaths of true self,
in the meditative state,
every being shall dimisnish,
time and space shall vanish,
when the true self open its eyes.

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