Softened Attention
Softened attention
Why would we dispose
fragrance of a rose,
uplifting spirit,
judging not merit?
Yet it is clinging,
to echoes singing
meanings we infuse,
as of our heart's muse.
Memory recall
stifles the bliss squall,
since we interfere
with love sparks that spear.
Though with feet on ground,
as free soul unbound,
each pulse we cognise
sans the urge to size.
Rapture all the time,
with bliss currents rhyme,
which we celebrate,
in monk-mode sedate.
Gratitude oozes
without excuses,
as we so entwine,
with bliss beats divine.
Grace fortuitous,
yet continuous,
signals we're a mist,
casing to resist.
Dance within our form,
takes us by the storm;
nodes with joy gyrate ~
we collaborate.
Our vaporised self
sings hymns to itself,
one with That oneness,
in staid gentleness.
This world of space-time,
is where gongs love's chime,
throbbing day and night,
for our soul's delight.
06-July-2022
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