Path
pathless.
All it takes,
is our yearning,
with God connecting.
Rapt attention thus still
invites bliss our form to fill.
Having emptied out all toxins,
paving way for divine ignition
being-ness thus our orientation
Bliss continuum an unending flow,
rapturising form in stillness slow.
As we melt into no-thingness,
the singular consciousness
is all that here remains.
Joyful and unstained
is a bliss mist,
pulsating
within
now.