[Unseeking Seeker]

Voids within our form,
source of joy’s bliss swarm ~
silence consumes din,
each time we begin.

Our triadic heart
is where we best start,
to hold still focus,
along love’s locus.

What’s here always was,
effect but not cause,
borne of choiceless choice,
echoes of our voice.

Plunge into the source ~
love’s our sole resource,
both self-existent
and luminescent.

Jueju