Ennui

For no reason at all if our heart contracts, enveloping us in an aura of gloom, lost in ambedo trance, our presence reacts, refuelling vibrations ushering doom, so unless we're in possession of the facts, we stifle innate bliss beats that yearn to zoom. So where lie roots of depression, we may ask, to exhume darkness as our breath by breath task? Let's cut to the chase, ignorance is the cause, which in turn means that unless we are aware, moment to moment, with desires put on pause, we'll be unable to side step ego's snare, so being here and now is the cure because by abiding in stillness, our soul's laid bare and we then witness the ebb and flow of tide, in the firm knowing, that bliss pulsates inside. 08-May-2023 __________ Anatomy of Melancholy Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish