Benign bliss burn
God’s presence fills us,
caress divine so sublime,
we celebrate death of mind.
Wayward ego dies,
that mind of heart may awake,
entwined with the universe.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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