Centre Everywhere Circumference Nowhere

Which hue of the sunset do we adore? Where lies the fulcrum of divine fragrance? Restless mind within always yearns for more Whilst nonchalant is play of innocence Long accustomed to following the herd We spiral around in a narrow groove Until one day the urge to go inward Burning yearning cognises bliss throb move Ceasing grasping, shifting to connecting Unshackled from fetters of space and time Imbibing elixir vivifying Flowing gently in the love stream sublime Oh hermit, rest awhile in the shade now Desist from asking what, where, when and how 15-October-2020