The world is but the surface of the mind

Thoughts dancing upon it, ripple and wave

Measureless depth, motionless, without time

 

 

Not one thought after another in a line

True source, the light at the entrance of the cave

The world is but the surface of the mind

 

 

Bounded by the nutshell,”everything is mine”

Viewed through a lens convex or concave

Measureless depth, motionless, without time

 

 

From the job of being someone, resign

The impending doom of extinction to stave

The world is but the surface of the mind

 

 

The stars in the sky, swirl, regroup, realign

What once was drama, a rant and a rave

Measureless depth, motionless, without time

 

 

Everything that you see is now revealed, a sign

Burning desires you no longer crave

The world is but the surface of the mind

 

 

No grand design, no pattern to pave

No maker, no architect, no heavenly lathe

The world is but the surface of the mind

Measureless depth, motionless, without time

 

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