Joy Without End
At
the end
of the day,
all that matters,
is our happiness,
renewed in permanence
and for good measure, rapture
nestled in tranquil calm within,
as in thought rested awareness still,
without a flicker of worry at all!
It seems like a fairy tale life and yet
it is well within our grasp right here,
if we but rest stuporous thought,
shifting into spacial heart,
where bliss throbs night and day,
caress intimate,
for us alone
to enjoy,
if we
will.
13-January-2021
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
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