Unseeking Seeker Poet Jueju

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Follow the Scent

Save rapture of bliss,
where nothing’s amiss,
no emotion should
free float like dead wood.

What then is the cause,
that puts joy on pause,
anchoring our mind
in fetters that bind?

Our organic form,
alive by blood warm,
driven by instinct,
is not yet love inked.

When not need but greed,
of ego we feed,
altered circumstance 
is what monks call trance.

To be here now free,
head and heart agree,
following love’s vibe,
to thus bliss imbibe.

29-July-2022

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Victor Buhagiar July 29, 2022 at 8:32 AM Loved this trance.

Panagiota Romios July 29, 2022 at 6:29 AM What a fantastic job with this form, you have accomplished. To me, it is magically lyrical An absolute favorite and one of the best poems, I have seen all year.)))) What an inspiration! Thank you! Panagiota xxx Unseeking Seeker July 29, 2022 at 7:20 AM Thank you for your encouragement and the fave too!