The Absolute

When there was no creation, no destruction, no light, no bleakness.
There remained an Existence Absolute.
A Tranquility Absolute.
A Knowledge Absolute.
A wave of bliss Absolute.
But now consciousness is lost in delirium!
Knowledge is blurred with ignorance!
Bliss is a sordid bane!
Tranquility is the beguiling appearance of seething emotions!
We rotate with the same rotation.
We pain! We bleed!
We lift our distressed feelings in search of an amorous escape.
But we fail.
Ah! What a sarcasm!
A fleeting scene ephemeral.
Neither birth is Absolute nor death.
They are the deceptions of reality.
The vicissitudes of acceptance.
Beyond birth and death- there is a stoic stream of consciousness.
From the impenetrable darkness appears a coruscating figure.
Unto His cosmic Feet the mundane "I" purged from the fermented bubbles of egotism.
The ostensible darkness vanishes.
Only remains an ethereal peace Absolute.
A Knowledge Absolute.
A Consciousness all pervading.
An Existence Absolute.
I surrender my true self.

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