Here now this morn
the soft, silent, throb of silence is bliss ~
is-ness of being-ness, nothing amiss
heart assimilates whilst mind understands ~
play of delight across energy bands
no sooner thoughts arise, we’re in a cage ~
wandering deluded on this world’s stage
back to silence, we imbibe waves of bliss ~
vaporised presence exclaims, ‘I am this’
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.
