Sage speak
Cleansing heart, we notice the throb of rapture
rising from a centreless fulcrum within,
borne by divine magnetism, sages speak of …
ascent is assured.
Reveal now oh hermit, how heart may imbibe
this bliss, which is said to be spurred by cool warmth,
causing soul to delight in the immersion …
silence paves the way.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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