Unseeking Seeker Poet Rhyme

Here now this morn

free from thought
at peace just sitting
unfocused our gaze
bliss rapture rises
even as we laze 

the Bindu chakra
expands its domain
the energy grid looping form
acts as a seamless whole
conjuring a bliss storm

the head ovoid glistens
an energy band encircles the chest
tingle at palms is mirrored at our feet
what is there to search or seek
when we are bliss replete

space has a rapid blink rate
revealing clearly the light of heaven
we remain in the zone for several hours
perfect stillness time stretched peace
wherein formless presence flowers

our head ovoid
is capped by God’s hand
each node in form shines like a star
Divine Mother plays music within
on spine’s 33 stringed sitar

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I Am Anaya May 17, 2026 at 9:14 PM Are your morns always this blissful, I'm in awe, US, what you describe, so sweet. I imagine the wailing of the sitar, traditionally up to 21 strings, Ravi Shankar a favorite of mine. Enjoyed immensely ~ I Am Anaya May 17, 2026 at 10:01 PM Ah, I should've known a metaphor. I'll look forward to it. Ty, for interpretation, US. Unseeking Seeker May 17, 2026 at 9:49 PM It actually alludes to the spine’s 33 vertebrae. Each vertebra plays a different musical note, which we cognise when kundalini moves along it slowly. I’ve penned poems on this epiphany earlier too ~ Mother plays the harp ~ https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mother_plays_the_harp_1637079