Stir
“Discard oh hermit, sermons of the preacher ~
Know that silence alone, is our true teacher”
~ quote by poet
When we sit in staid stillness, nodes within stir,
whirring forcefully, creating a bliss mist,
best understood as an energy transfer,
whence save God-focus, remains no to-do list.
Grace in-pours when with pulse of love we concur,
shifting from head to heart, ceasing to resist,
that touch divine transforms form as living light,
breath by breath thus heightening our heart’s delight.
There is in truth nothing that we need to do,
save choosing to dissolve ego in the stream,
which happens on its own as bliss beats renew,
as we lose ourself in trance in a moonbeam.
Each hue of rapture is felt by us as new
and though we’re awake, we continue to dream,
stirred out of slumber, by this soundless thunder,
beholding soul’s ascent, in childlike wonder.
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