Sat Cit Ananda

Self-existent consciousness, substratum of existence May, if you will, be taken to be God’s heart beat Thus between objects there is no distance Core of our being is always bliss replete Which we search and strive for yet know not Lost in thought spirals, we feel not magnetic heat Sensing we’re spirit not form, here to be self-taught In time stretched silence, ego cravings recede We then pulsate as bliss free from thought Plugging energy leak, we no longer bleed ~ Treading gently on earth, living simply as of need