Is-ness of being-ness
There are no moments which we need to count,
because we dwell in the eternal now,
with no fears or desires left to surmount,
as bliss mists rise within, which we allow.
With vibrant emptiness as now the norm,
as we’re swathed in currents both cool and warm,
we are as we are, at peace and complete,
drenched in sublime bliss mists, feeling complete.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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