Notes About The Poem

Hypnotic Stupor

Packets of attention,
each a hypnotic trance,
is but egoic bondage,
which by feeble effort
we so try to assuage.

Packets of attention,
signals but our stupor,
bemused by illusion,
we’re a dead man walking,
living in delusion.

Packets of attention,
require to be rested,
for they block divine grace,
garnered in staid stillness,
that vibrant bliss beats trace.

Packets of attention,
if they be void centric,
have no hold over us,
since soul has vaporised,
content in God's bliss bus.

13-October-2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Buhagiar Avatar
October 13, 2022 at 1:03 AM
The ending is so important. It is His will we ride His bus.
Seeker Avatar
October 13, 2022 at 1:48 AM
Indeed! His love beckons, we must volunteer, however
Forbes Avatar
October 12, 2022 at 7:37 PM
Reminds me of the less known book by the famous author Richard Bach (of the "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" fame) titled "Hypnotizing Maria" - great read!
Seeker Avatar
October 12, 2022 at 8:05 PM
Oh! I must get hold of it then
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