Receptivity

Fill me back up
Pour me out
Slither me to brimming
Edge me out slowing
Rush me overflowing

Bridge me to the reflection.
Steadily quivering reception of me, I, the many.

Receptivity middle ground,
Then wonder.

Seeking seeping grace’s expression, to reflection, to ponder on divine will then pond land and stone well trapped in yonder.

The ocean is what you seek
River take me down.
Ultimate pure beauty bliss, twist and turns a frame, back bending, heartbreaking, expanding heart blooming. All is here. All is a gateway to divine portal bliss, internal eternal vibration of this, me, I , the many.
Pure awareness is the archer, your heart vibration rest in subtle realms before subject or matter… to bring you into being, beating you into this life, this moment. This exchange, this breath, this is all.
Om shanti
Om