Is-Ness of Being-Ness
Earth goals no longer grip our attention,
although we play out our role as ordained,
positioned in the void of cessation,
feeling compassion for fellow souls stained,
in whose hearts love is yet to be ingrained.
Such is the case, although we do admit,
this neophyte is far from the summit,
yet having vaporised, empty within,
heart to throb of love, readily submits,
feeling magnetic bliss heat on our skin.
30-June-2021
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