Thought
Curling incense strands so light
Wafting through range of sight
Lingering as it fills the void
Inviting every sense employed
Whatever space it enters through
Replaces occupant anew
Air fills the vacuum left behind
As creative bubbles surface find
No empty inch from ocean depth
Consciousness is all that’s left
Course eyes see the crests of waves
To yogis ears they’re notes, octaves
Dive deep o mind, be still as one
Where the waves had once begun
Prayer
O Lord, you have made us play with you through the crystalized waves of senses. Increase my love in the depths of the depths where it is infinite, that I may praise and sing in the wake of your vision.
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