[Unseeking Seeker]

There is a deep pull,
yearning to feel full,
vibrant with delight
radiating light.

Stupor our pain’s cause,
which we put on pause
by exiting trance,
watching bliss beats prance.

Negating desire,
our heart’s yet afire
to become the flame,
as soul’s claim to fame.

What matters this life,
if we’re not bliss rife,
flowing like the breeze,
unfettered with ease?

No half-measures then
in our mode of zen,
within womb of space,
imbibing God’s grace.

Jueju