Zen mode
can we term love as the piercing pain of bliss
heightened rapture we are unable to bear
presence set afire by Divine Mother’s kiss
even as we burn we remain self-aware
whilst hurtling down an ethereal abyss
wherein strangely we’re poised with nary a care
trusting God’s sublime currents to carry us
which is assured because we ride His bliss bus
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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