Heart Contractions
Applying effort,
we’re in discomfort,
feeling not by touch,
bliss we crave so much.
With head-heart apart,
we’re doomed from the start,
attempting to grasp,
what we cannot clasp.
Yet in this knowing,
we keep on flowing,
as we slowly shift;
ego cravings sift.
Once we so regress,
it’s a slow process
to enter silence,
sans thought violence.
Tranquil, mindful eye,
negates every sigh,
bursting the bubble,
that causes trouble.
Once in witness mode,
soul in love’s abode,
then needs no mirrors,
to feel bliss tremors.
31-July-2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
