Bliss
A Rebel Spirituality Poem
Bliss is knowing that you are this.
The birds,
The bees,
The trees.
Bliss is knowing that you are this.
The laughter.
The joy.
The pain.
Bliss is knowing that you are this.
The inhale.
The exhale.
Every minor detail.
Bliss is knowing that you are this.
The formless.
The form.
The sunset and dawn.
Bliss is not found in the seeking of bliss.
It is found in knowing that you ARE this.
With love,
Sam
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The Clarity in Not Having a Clue!
Love this Sam. And for me next thought is trust. Trust for me God and let go
Love to you, too, Sam 🌸❤️