Feel it
It’s enough to know that we’re not
merely this feeble body-mind
bemused by desires and fear fraught,
floundering through life, as though blind.
Since we don’t exist, who are we?
What’s the truth that will set us free?
Ceasing thinking, begin feeling,
caress of love, so appealing.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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