The ultimate addiction
Breath by breath, in fears sinking,
yet addicted to thinking,
we’ve examined not the cause,
why we don’t dwell in the pause.
Unshackled from our mind tree,
minus thought, we’re always free
and God meets our every need,
if we let love take the lead.
Scripts mind conjures defines us,
in illusions that nonplus,
so thought once boon is now bane;
a chain, a strain, our soul’s stain.
Thoughts but feed ego’s desire,
indulgence from when we tire,
our awareness self-aware,
breathes in mists of bliss drenched air.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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