Komorebi
Captivated by the throb of silence,
wherein presence dwells free from stress and strain,
free from clutches of thought borne violence,
we meld with melody of soul’s refrain
and thus rapture borne by bliss beats ingrain.
Glimpses of truth on us has been bestowed
and we’ve repaid debts of love that were owed,
so living internally, we’re at peace,
with each life breath, paying to God an ode,
obtaining thus from delusion release.
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