Easy breezy

Caressed by a gentle breeze, we’re at ease, fully present in the eternal now, where all we do is embrace and release, God-graced sensory inputs that endow. We get to the source without use of force, regulating neither breath nor our thoughts, feeling bliss magnetism charter its course, having no urge within to join the dots. Suffused with cool heat, which is now the norm, in truth there is nothing for us to do, save remaining centred in this bliss storm, wherein each rapture spasm is felt as new. Strewn with rose petals, we walk the bliss path, each moment in time, a holy sabbath.