The Pathless Path
Roots
deeply
embedded
in mind body
ego borne urges,
anchoring attention,
within walls of narrowness,
immerse us in fear and desire.
We are both captor and prisoner,
enmeshed thus where attention does hover.
Fault line of consciousness is stagnation.
Detachment holds the key to freedom.
Moving as does the morning breeze,
we embrace, hold and release
each offered vibration,
with nonchalant ease,
free and unbound,
we thus be,
become,
bliss.
29-October-2020
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