I Am
A soft silence fills our being
Aspect allowing, simply is
Poised thus, mirrorlessly seeing
Form’s suffused with fullness of bliss
Silent thunder, humming tingle
Orchestra divine plays within
Time dissolves, nodes within mingle
Benign bliss burns play on our skin
Fragrance sublime pervades the air
We are the holder of the flame
No desires remain to declare
We’re that that labels cannot name
Gentling heart, ceasing to resist ~
We be to become, a bliss mist
01-April-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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