Is this a canvas for my dreams
Or is it someone elses
Am I a character etching history
Or smoke from some burnt thought
This world unreal and whithering
If thoughts from past entertain
So real and delightful
If every fraction is lived here and now
Where from does it generate
The elements and energy
So synthetic and lifeless
In this canvas of existenct
I .. a thought alone
Entity alike, but a lie
In the canvas of consciousness
A shadow of the Universal thought
Fade away O Mind
You are but a lie
A canvas, a sack of thoughts
From the past which defines the shadowy presence
Fade O Mind
Truth is Pure Existence, Pure Consciousness, Pure Bliss
I am...
Sat Chit Ananda
