Believe it or not

Composing a hymn, a verse, I swallowed the universe, freezing the frame, as it were, where nothing at all could stir. In time stretched stillness thus poised, no longer by thought forms toyed, energy within humming, I sensed chords of bliss strumming. Peace became bliss, love and light, expanding for heart’s delight, thus making worlds manifest, where we now dwell in light jest.