[Unseeking Seeker]

Map
is not
the terrain.
Mental knowing,
not the becoming.
Gradual shift within,
sensing the bliss ignition,
transforms us at the very core.
Ambling along smelling the roses,
we accept unfoldments as God chooses.

Stillness our abode, movements all slower,
swathed as always, in a bliss shower,
God alone being the mover,
bestowing upon us grace,
in, within, face to face.
We be to become,
with divine one,
in the still,
vibrant
void.