Bilocation
From the void, we look at our form;
thus in-breath becomes the out-breath.
We are empty, yet feel the storm,
caused by bliss currents healing meth.
When asked to do a mundane task,
we continue in bliss to bask.
God’s magnetism within at play,
caresses us by night and day.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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