Is-ness of being-ness
Having long since ceased to weigh, measure and size,
with fetters of our past having been released,
we dwell in the heart, claiming bliss as the prize,
within this body-mind, by God to us leased
and as truth of existence we realise,
we cannot deny our soul presence is pleased.
As bliss mists suffuse form, we do not resist,
centred in love’s storm, by Divine Mother kissed.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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