The true taste of home
"I am"
In the kiss of silence
Reason rests and love dances
The true taste of home is already here
Self-existing aware-presence so brilliantly clear
This unshakable freedom of Heart
sings untouched by things
its timeless knowing
is
constantly glowing
neither old nor new
but fresh as the morning dew
This boundless flower of true power
is no-thing to be found
it is never bound
still it always
is
is
is
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2022-09-04 at 12:46
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