Soft,
tender
touch divine,
heightened delight,
boundless in measure,
throbs moment to moment;
thoughts recede to rest in void,
freeing consciousness from its bind,
whilst nestled within the bliss current.
We assign our is-ness no label,
just as rapture has no fulcrum,
content to simply flow on,
without mind resistance,
allowing influx
of joy divine
to fill us
within,
now.
Nonet