Unseeking Seeker Poet Rhyme

Introspection

Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.

Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?

Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.

Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.

A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.

Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high

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Daniel Henry Rodgers August 11, 2026 at 9:13 AM Dear US, So gentle and honest, a warm mirror after a long day. It invites a calm check‑in, the kind that asks us to notice how we moved through the world and who we might have missed along the way. “A song on our lips, we fly high”, leaves me, the reader, with a hopeful lift, the sense that repair leads to lightness. Blessings, Daniel Unseeking Seeker August 11, 2026 at 7:41 PM Thank you, Daniel dear. To be truthful, I just wanted to use this form invented by our dear friend Connie, who is no longer with us in flesh but remains in our hearts, in spirit.

Unseeking Seeker August 11, 2026 at 6:51 AM Poetry form ~ Constanza, invented by Connie Marcum Wong