Idle musings
The extended hand was soon retracted,
signalling perhaps that it is not time,
in life’s lucid dream being enacted,
which caused no tremor in heart’s bliss beat chime,
dancing in moonlight, conjuring a rhyme.
We are the void, to outcomes nonchalant,
presence free from taint and immune to taunt.
Be this as it may, we may pause to ask,
the aim to continue this game inane,
yet there is learning even when we bask
in warm sunlight or while watching the rain,
bliss caress freeing us from ego’s chain,
in a dance of delight in slow motion,
as we partake of love’s magic potion.
Vibrance of our emptiness has no name,
since our true being has no location,
there now remaining no tempests to tame
and since we are here on a vacation,
flirting with dream forms is our vocation.
We swim in the sea without getting wet;
that we’re living light, we never forget.
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