Be To Become
Here
I Am,
receptive
in innocence;
inner sentience
attentive to each pulse,
without thought interference,
poised in an unexpectant calm.
With our identity vaporised,
we rest in the void of vibrant silence.
In our stillness we feel within movement,
being throb of bliss enlivenment,
the continuum unbroken
lower aspects forsaken,
nodes within awaken
out of their slumber.
A calm tranquil,
joy blissful,
covers
us.
16-October-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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