Soul Tremor
Soft,
gentle
soul tremor
steers attention
inwards to our heart,
beseeching we entwine
both our body and our mind
with the throb of bliss pulsating
at our core, akin to our heartbeat,
being rapture that does not ebb away.
Bliss in permanence is fact not fiction;
God's current always tingling within,
which is cognised when we are still,
having rested thought flow din,
whereupon the bliss flame
reveals it's fragrance,
transforming us
to become
living
light.
06-October-2022
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