Is-ness of being-ness
Empty of desires, yet flowing in peace,
reverberations of bliss pervade form,
soft hum of delight that never does cease,
tingle of magnetism, both cool and warm.
In the midst of movement we remain still,
celebrating life’s endless renewal,
kundalini perched on spine’s window sill,
knower of the void and earth realm dual.
All nodes by themselves perform their function,
as a conduit of pulsations divine,
toroidal heart as always the junction,
where all polarities with love align.
Is-ness of our being-ness has no name ~
Call it what you will but we’re not the same
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