Fullness in emptiness
Negating each impulse that arises,
looking at the world as a wisp of smoke,
though heart delights in offered surprises,
there is no niche onto which thoughts can yolk,
since fire of desire we have ceased to stoke.
Awake and alert in this lucid dream,
we are the soothing light of a moonbeam.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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