Granted thought instrument for discernment,
that we may never be in confusion,
recognising ego borne sentiment
versus tranquil bliss in meditation,
we yet strangely self block our elation.
Trapped in the open, we are free within.
Feel, oh hermit, throb of bliss ignition,
as love divine vivifies us fully,
as our permanent orientation,
rapturising form thus magically!
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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