Is-ness of being-ness

Divine Mother implants Her loving kiss on any random node in feeble form, infusing magnetism suffused with bliss, imbibing which, as God’s light we transform. With no earthy agenda on our shelf, for tempests of life, God Himself does tame, the music of spheres plays on by itself, as we become the flame that bears no name. Are we body-mind or are we vast space, is now a question that has disappeared, since we hold strobes of light in close embrace, allowing ourselves to be by bliss speared. Treading softly on earth in contentment, we delight in what is, in wonderment.