There Is No One Here, Oh Hermit
surrender and acceptance
requiring elation, not negation
presence rekindling our innocence
life celebration our vibrant meditation
in and within, the here and now present
recognising noumenon birthing phenomena
rotate polarity of mind-body becoming sentient
shifting baton of awareness to heart, at the Anahata
stuporous thoughts rested, thus twice born, we live on
ego vaporised, beholding each life pulse in surprise
consciousness transmuted, past delusion shorn
witnessing within beauteous divine bliss rise
poised in animated awakened stillness
although there is no one here, within
hollow shell now one with oneness
ignition each moment re-begins
01-May-2021
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