Finger tips aflame
all of a sudden, with no warning at all
the universe bestowed a beauteous boon
space flickered setting our finger tips aflame
within our form shone both the sun and the moon
as bliss furrows deepen, the energy grid brightens
there is no fixed pattern which we can discern
these days tip of the nose too oft tingles
enigmatic is God’s magnetic burn
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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