Monk Mode
Stillness ever present scintillating;
softened attention our meditation,
doing nothing besides gently looking
at form and space, without calibration;
mindfulness our core orientation,
to each throb, receptive and attentive,
surrendered nonchalance non-reactive,
in joy and trust, welcoming magnetism,
be it gently purring or explosive,
each node within form, our sensorium.
08-January-2021
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
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