Throb of Bliss Within
Joy,
Sorrow;
Both cyclic,
As is all else
In the external.
Simple recognition
Of a pulse in renewal,
An open secret in plain sight,
Compelling us to explore within:
Inner sound current, divine light and bliss.
The pathless path thus begins with a thirst,
To see the truth clearly in plain sight.
Resting instruments external,
Distilled attention flowing,
Devoid of resistance,
We go in within
In surrender,
To behold
Vibrant
Bliss.
20-October-2020
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