Dawn
Capsuled in form, entombed in space,
caught in the swirl of sensations,
lost in dreams of mind’s creations,
we have yet to see our true face.
Remorseless is the flow of time,
with past erased, future unknown,
so in truth there’s nothing we own,
yet our soul seeks new peaks to climb.
To fix this jinx, we pause the cause,
of the movement of fickle thought,
in vibrance of silence self-taught,
blossoming as heart lotus thaws.
Intent stirs and the path appears ~
Bliss mists rise, banishing erst fears
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