Lost In Translation
third eye, crown and Bindu
burst forth in joyous dance
as toroidal heart witnesses
the enigmatic play underway
this slow motion bliss ignition
renews within by day and night
compelling mind to relinquish
all imagined vicarious knowing
an urge arises within to share
ineffable blissful wholeness felt
but language is merely symbolic
and the symbol is not the thing
23-April-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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