mouna, light of all

in mouna,

silence fills the space where mind once sang it's tune

of separation

mouna

like pristine still waters, that are clear as a sky with no cloud cover 

not anything can be said about this beautiful state really, because there are no words to 

describe it 

mouna

light of all

glorious consciousness that is not soiled 

there is nothing comparable to this grace that comes from grace 

one struggles to be free

and yet this bright light that shines splendid and glorious is always present 

and can never die 

the struggle is from ego

not of the one 

as the lotus arises from the mud and unfolds it's petals of bright hue 

so the mind is cleared of all obstructions and tendencies when rejoicing 

and resting in  the one 

then what manifests is what lay eternally under the dross 

mouna

like honey that is tasted after only knowing the sour

oh how it refreshes the mind and calms it down and deepens the 

presence of one heart 

slowly by slowly the mind is calm and tranquil and still

mouna

stillness without end

forgetting of the world with it's troubles 

single 

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mouna