Idle musings
One day whilst idling in blissful repose,
soul chose to activate its lower mind,
inquiring of it fulcrum of a rose,
in as love’s scent that cannot be divined,
which each of us feel when warmth in heart grows,
in moments when we are divine aligned.
The ego blushed, for it could not reply,
unable to define why lovers sigh.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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