|
Disappearing horizon
***
oft in the still of the night
for a reason to us unknown
we stir awaking slowly
feeling bliss currents grown
the power that so enables
nurturing our innermost need
we trust blindly & implicitly
devoid of attainment greed
the shift within ourself we see
is us as presence centreless
head resident in heart spacial
merging form & formlessness
***
__________________
The Self has no attribute
|