Look closely

Do we not wake up each morn, refreshed, energised, reborn, magnetism suffusing form, touch tender, loving and warm? Sans thought, soul presence in heart, feels therein love’s bliss hum start, divine refrain, free from strain, boons bestowed, which we ingrain. Though we’re awake, senses rest and as nodes jostle in jest, the sound of one hand clapping is heard, while we are napping. With no earthy goals to chase, stretching time, dissolving space, connected thus with our soul, our heart feels at peace and whole. Choosing to remain as such, garnering wisdom by touch, entwined with the universe, orbs of soul’s light, pen a verse.