I have accumulated a plethora of junk
can’t we get rid of some of this? asked my sweet hunk.
It has overspilled out into the barn and yard now.
irritating our pig, chickens, donkey and cow.
When we are still, what’s that that moves
Attention flow distilled
Behold presence in joyous grooves
Bliss nectar overspilled
Erst desires disabled
No agenda tabled
Then thus all enabled
Feel how voids fill
When we are still
07-January-2022
Quietus
Silent humming of bliss joyous
We’re in a vibrant void
Though unified presence porous
Is yet by love throbs buoyed
Heart’s desire is fulfilled
Bliss within is instilled
Elixir overspilled
Soul blossoming
Silent humming
30-October-2021
Quietus
(Admins please note: syllable counter reads ‘blossoming’ as ‘blooming’)
Sly pastor, his wife had a bust,
One charging the pews with much lust;
Collection plate filled,
With cash overspilled,
Once pastor ruled, pass it, she must.
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