Infinitely here, infinitely itself,
Unbounded within,
Yet immeasurably outpouring.
Going nowhere,
This undivided field of now.
Singular and endless simultaneously,
Innocent and fresh beyond dawn.
I have held the mind’s breath to die here,
Only to remain indestructibly This.
Unseen luminosity voices
This choir of silent emptiness,
This that is not created or imagined,
This one undying Self.
Unbounded within,
Yet immeasurably outpouring.
Going nowhere,
This undivided field of now.
Singular and endless simultaneously,
Innocent and fresh beyond dawn.
I have held the mind’s breath to die here,
Only to remain indestructibly This.
Unseen luminosity voices
This choir of silent emptiness,
This that is not created or imagined,
This one undying Self.
Posts by Susan Kahn
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