Sentient Existence: Poetry

Relying on the senses only
is living life without bells and whistles

Bells are instruments of the third eye
and the whistle of the gut lets you
know when danger has arrived

When actions make no logical sense
and each moment catapults you into vital experience, 
Let the Path guide you

Exchange information,
receive food for thought,
and transform anxiety into bliss

For at every crossroads,
Humanity's chosen paths all intersect
revealing the Divine as simply
the energy of a sentient existence without pause.

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