[Unseeking Seeker]

Waking up in the wee hours of morning,
pristine thought rested presence opens eyes,
when suddenly without any warning,
wave of bliss fills form; tremulous heart sighs.

Acceptant soul being in surrender,
gently flows wherever bliss beats so choose,
imbibing with joy, this divine wonder,
which ingrained deep within, becomes its muse.

Such are divine secrets for us alone
and there is no book which guides the process
but suffice to say, those with pure hearts hone
the secret technique for rapture ingress.

There is no doing in this becoming,
for it is simply dear, our home coming.

Sonnet