[Unseeking Seeker]

A soft silence fills our being
Aspect allowing, simply is
Poised thus, mirrorlessly seeing
Form’s suffused with fullness of bliss

Silent thunder, humming tingle
Orchestra divine plays within
Time dissolves, nodes within mingle
Benign bliss burns play on our skin

Fragrance sublime pervades the air
We are the holder of the flame
No desires remain to declare
We’re that that labels cannot name

Gentling heart, ceasing to resist ~
We be to become, a bliss mist

Sonnet