So Spake Simple Simon
Why
are we
so afraid
of the dark void,
where were said to be
aglow but without form?
Bereft of senses, who’re we?
How do we wake up from deep sleep?
The question that so forms, borne by doubt,
prompts heart to plunge into that vast silence.
How still is heart’s stillness if there be thought
causing ripples scarring space and time?
Thus, renouncing our ownership,
vibrant nonchalance of soul,
bursts forth in full glory,
revealing stark truth
transcending mind,
that we are,
living
light!
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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