[Unseeking Seeker]

Waking up at morn, before thoughts arise,
when dawn drifts into enchanted meadows,
our soul delights in God’s offered surprise,
as lotus of pure love, within heart grows.

Presence both immanent and transcendent,
bilocating between form and vast space,
is head to toe, fully bliss resplendent,
breath by breath gently imbibing God’s grace.

Stretching time thus, in the in between stage,
we paint rainbows in the sky of our mind,
as with music of the spheres, we engage,
conjuring a soft rhythm, divine aligned.

Heart the fulcrum, from where we operate,
all nodes within, in childlike joy gyrate.

Sonnet