as we metamorphose
Spirit works upon feeble form,
from inside out, birthing a storm,
at the very core of each cell,
casting upon us a bliss spell,
that thus in trance meditation,
we entwine with God’s creation,
which consciousness does envelope,
so as love with love does elope,
we are both the this and the that,
living light in form, an arhat.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
