Say It Like It Is

Present in the continuum here and now Thought rested awareness melts in the current We imbibe bliss gently, in a flow mellow Doing nothing, save in stillness sentient We thus partake of the elixir divine At end of each peak, begins a new ascent In childlike trust, we let the bliss throb assign Ecstasy climax in a continuum Whilst the only doing we do is align Beauteous bliss hues ignite our body prism Magnetised from root to the sensorium 21-November-2020 (11 syllabic Terza Rima)