The practice
A million emotions arose in our heart,
all at once and each was so vividly clear
defying translation, thus mind failed to start,
paving way for light of wisdom to appear.
Melding with the sunset, we became the sky,
since we froze frame of time, before heart could sigh,
thus feeling each flicker of dying ember,
truth of soul’s light, we began to remember.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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