Lovers of Truth

 
 
 
 
 

Perpetual Wonderment

I is a prison for the Self

Oh, mind be silent!

The story yells, but no longer pulls

Attachment dissolves

Washed away by the waves

All beings love

Oneness observes

Listen with attention

The echoing silence

The eyes see without judgement

The ears hear without interpretation

Touch is a caress of sensations without desire

Watching, Ya Raqib

The mind rests, the heart connects

In this place

Active Emptiness

Eternal Presence

Perpetual Wonderment

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Perpetual Wonderment

 
 
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