Bliss Mist
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each impulse
born pure
until coloured
by perception
feel it
see and know it
as it creeps upon us
surreptitiously
both joy and pain
are but flickers
until magnified
by lower mind
bring it on
anything
we offer no anchor
for rancour
oh hermit
there is no one here
save a bliss mist
pulsating
20-September-2021
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
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