Gifts of silence
In stillness sedate, heart creates,
rapture borne by God’s magnetism,
rhythm sublime that never abates,
igniting fully, body prism.
Stillness is but time stretched silence,
where we’re poised in the vibrant void,
distanced from thought borne violence,
our presence pure and unalloyed.
The womb of space is our true home,
where we’re at peace and feel complete,
in resonance with gong of Om,
free from attributes, bliss replete.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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