The Play Divine

“Oh hermit! Know that there is no one here What is, is God, as bliss throbs within spear” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In sync with the divine dance underway Vaporised self follows the pied piper Mind recognising life, as but a play Relying upon love, as its saviour Flowing thus gently, in the stream divine Essence of presence becomes a bliss mist Head melds with heart in fusion to align Joy unabating through both trough and crest Delighting in journey without movement As magnetic currents within do rise Inner eye beholds self luminescent Each bliss nuance felt, rapturous surprise Love unifies thought of separateness All then being, singular consciousness 25-January-2021