THE SENSING STREAM
Thoughts whisper tales of what has been,
In tenses old, a faded scene.
To pierce that veil, a conscious plea,
Drop mind's chatter, and simply be.
Let senses bloom, a vibrant hue,
The world unfolds, forever new.
Embrace the touch, the scent, the sound,
Where present moments can be found.
And as they rise, both sharp and sweet,
The pang of pain, the pleasure's heat,
Allow them passage, swift and free,
Embracing all that comes to thee.
No clinging tight, no pushing far,
Each feeling is a passing star.
Release the grip, the need to hold,
In this continuum, brave and bold.
For now it flows, a constant
Where past and future gently hide.
In sensing deep, and letting go,
The Now continuum starts to glow.
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