The ocean and the drop
All souls are one
And invited to become
Infinite and eternal
Their consciousness
Experience and state
Are different
A human existance
Grounded in race, language
Culture and traditions
Gross, subtle and mental bodies
Shadows of our soul
Only a few souls are concious
of Self
Gross, subtle and mental speres
Shadows of the Over Soul
Only a few souls are concious
Of Over Soul
Gross, subtle and mental planes
Are zero, imagination and vacant dreams
Only a few souls are beyond
The mental planes
Binded or free
Your senses translate the gross body
Seeing smelling and hearing belong to the subtle body
And seeing divine is the mental body
Infinite power, knowledge and bliss
Have no impressions
in the gross, subtle and mental
Bodies, spheres and planes
The consciousness of the soul
Is absorbed in the Over Soul
When the soul experiences
the Over Soul wIth its Self
It experiences the Real with reality
The infinite, eternal, formless soul
Finds itself
As finite, mortal, having form
The experience of
happiness, mysery
Vice and virtue
Experiences of the shadows
Successive impressions
Ignorant, not knowing
Limitations, self created
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