The stillness continuum
a day in the life of the formless self …
mind’s at rest so no thoughts arise at all
there’s no narrow agenda on our shelf
we dwell in the void, where there is no wall
we do nothing yet all doings are done
patterns of old now have on us no hold
grazed by spirit, presence shines like the sun
no desire remains, that fate be controlled
bliss replete, vibrant presence feels complete
magnetism spikes, our form may well explode
rapture spasms vibrate from head till our feet
with each breath graced we sing to God an ode
vibrance peaks as life flows on by itself ~
a day in the life of the formless self …
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