Tracing the primordial culture of truth 
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer. 
Still the negative effect prevails 
increasing the confusion. 
Existence in now, has a travesty of truth. 
Can we breakaway from our past? 
Can we exist between right and wrong? 
Between good and evil? 
Between truth and fiction? 
How many faces has reality? 
The Self amalgamates the formulations 
provides the mind with the safe exits. 
The visualization 
was not a happening, not actuality 
an escape from pain & reality? 
The thoughts were always disturbing 
creating a false identity. 
Thoughtless self had no movement. 
Was that the nirvana? 
The final moksha?
Satish Verma
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