Lovers of Truth
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