Flame Eternal
Life goes by. What remains of the past is memory, coloured by perception, the perception by conditioning, mired in habit borne stagnation, borne of indulgence in narrow ego cravings. Nothing save the void of eternal stillness cognisable by inner sentience in each pulse polarity interchange, offers lasting tranquil joy.
Images fade away
All that is, is as it is
Flame within our heart
12-October-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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