Zen mode
we feel bliss mists rise
flow that never dies
as heart, crown and spine
in rapture entwine
above head we risk
feeling God’s love disc
as the source of light
birthing bliss delight
void centric presence
as omnipresence
is as it is thus
aboard God’s bliss bus
there is no seeker
we become meeker
as we so reclaim
light of our soul’s flame
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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