Bliss Tremor
All that is, is a pulse, a throb, a beat,
causation of life manifestation.
To see and feel more, be still at Gods feet,
with formless consciousness in expansion,
in and yet not within, each sensation.
Mind-body in stillness, when magnetised,
bliss in fullness within, thus realised,
wherein all we do, is cease to resist,
quietude where nothing measured or sized,
becoming a divine enabled bliss mist.
18-May-2021
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