[bartholomew]

Originally Posted by Unseeking Seeker

The journey thus far

One step at a time, we have come afar,
resolutely flowing on in prayer,
no attachments remain with which we spar,
graced by beauteous hues of bliss flavours,
vaporised self our devout soothsayer.
Childlike wonderment, beholding surprise;
moment to moment, magnetism does rise,
revealing and concealing the divine,
directly imbibed wisdom, makes us wise,
as head and heart, with throb of love align.

Your poem could easily describe the first few moments in our return to the spiritual worlds which lay, waiting for us, above this one.

If we consider our consciousness then remove the demands of the personality, what is left? What else but a landscape of wonders?