The Practice
The Practice
Hemmed in by space time,
freed by bliss beats chime,
we get to the source,
without use of force.
Void centric vision,
our soul’s decision,
choosing cessation
as heart’s play station.
No sooner we’re still,
surrendering will,
our fulcrum rotates,
opening floodgates.
Feel the void exhale,
as breath we inhale;
likewise our out-breath,
bliss mists healing meth.
Awareness love drenched,
sees our ego benched,
for there’s no one here,
save Cupid’s love spear.
06-August-2022
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