Dead
to touch
of love throb
beckoning us
to embrace fully
without inhibition,
ego borne hesitation
anchors us in a narrow groove
of dark delusion spiralling thus,
concealing from us, the vibrant life flow.
Our stupor, wherein we stagnate, evil,
wherein our own thoughts imprison us,
from which we may be free right now,
if we choose to keep flowing
devoid of resistance
trusting the current
to fill our form
in fullness
at all
times.