Monk mode
Sans thought, memory fades, we rest,
in time stretched peace, by God’s hand blessed,
poised as awareness self-aware,
laying in the void, our soul bare,
empty of both fear and desire,
as we’re torched by God’s cosmic fire,
pervading every cell of form,
touch divine with which we conform,
our focus firm by night and day,
treating this dream life as mere play.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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