Say It Like It Is
Poised in silence, tranquil and watchful,
with nothing to be done save being still,
enlivened by magnetism beautiful,
we’re fully surrendered to divine will,
imbibing nectar which doth overspill.
Betwixt bliss beats cascading within form,
our presence is swept away in love’s storm,
that unfolds deepening grades of rapture,
enabled by cold heat pleasantly warm,
transmuting in this way, our soul's stature.
11-December-2022
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