If This Was the Last

Fear of future, regrets of past Both have roots in our lower mind Dwelling in the eternal now Sparks bliss that may not be defined Vaporised presence gentles touch Entwined with the vast universe There remains then nothing to seek Humming a melodious verse Labyrinths of speculation Orbits needs of organic form But for awareness void centric Each breath manifests a bliss storm Resting mind’s memory recall Employing consciousness of soul Throb of aliveness heart’s worship Feeling joyous, blissful and whole Outcomes never speculated Delighting in life’s dance sublime Transcending both if’s and maybe’s Endlessly renews, God’s love chime Mist of bliss poses no question Effervescence stagnates nowhere Love is a ceaseless outpouring Pristine awareness, self-aware Emerging from ego’s cocoon Upon becoming the answer To gong of Om, behold soul swoon Akin to a cosmic dancer