Boundaries blur

When no division remains and our soul is free from stains, everything that is beheld, is within consciousness held. The pulse of life in space-time, echoes chords of love’s bliss chime, wherein as boundaries blur, dormant nodes begin to stir. As both subject and object, magnetism rises unchecked, held firm at a stillness point, where light of Self we anoint. Ascension by cessation here in body play station, the way we metamorphose, gently in blissful repose. Though ego cravings are shorn, life as impulsed still flows on, unfolding in slow motion, beheld without commotion. As both dreamer and dreamed, bliss strobes are from our heart beamed, mood and mode celebration, as our soul’s meditation.