The world’s duality is draining my bliss,
a listless fight between consciousness and matter,
my logic and experience must be established firmly in a deluded identification, because I heard that I am the embodiment of bliss so either the saints are wrong or I am confused as to what “I” is, and wrapping my infinite nature in a box of suffering, identifying with the cycle of life and death,
because when consciousness pulsates with the awareness of “I” we call it life, and without the “I” we call it God, so I think I might need a little less of the “I” to whom I’m so attached and a little more of that saintly identification –
duality is just so tiring.