The Word Is Not the Thing
Futile are words, which we emote,
being symbols of perceived truth,
which we may taste, if we free float,
plunging into our heart forsooth.
Trauma bonding with lower mind,
we’ve knelt in darkness for too long,
so let’s leave now, erst fears behind,
standing erect, joyous and strong.
Allowing love to steer life’s course,
embracing souls we chance to meet,
never employing use of force,
we imbibe soma nectar sweet.
Ceasing thinking, begin flowing ~
On becoming, clearly knowing
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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