How Still Is Our Stillness
Acceptant eye in the midst of chaos,
detects a trace of subtle aversion
borne in heart, uncomfortable with loss,
thus yearning for deeper bliss immersion.
Endless seeking to become what we are,
signals soul's blossoming is incomplete,
for in stillness too we struggle and spar
apprehensive when dilutes love's bliss beat.
Identification with body-mind,
in as desiring a preferred outcome,
is the cause that makes us to God's light blind,
stupor stifling our soul's innate bliss hum.
Unless soul's awareness be rippleless,
we will be compelled to make do with less.
11-November-2022
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