Only the couch is real.
I am not real.
Or rather I am real
My body is real
Until it dies.
Then there is no body.
Then where am I?
I don't exist.
Just a nobody.
So I spend a whole lifetime
Becoming somebody,
Just to die, a nobody.
But still after the body dies
I exist. This I know.
I exist in a body of bliss
Not as this form, Lakshmi
But as Spirit, formless.
So form less opinions
And embrace THIS form
In THIS moment
And THIS life
Can be full.
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