Your pristine void,
An unbounded mystery.
Your pure energy,
An absolute fortitude.
Your untouched frequency,
A balancing activation.
Your pulsating vibration,
An immaculate harmony.
Your illuminating light,
A guiding beacon.
Your awakened consciousness,
An unexplored direction.
Your primeval awareness,
A soothing comfort.
Your omniscient presence,
A sacred fortress.
You are the vacuum.
You are the plenum.
You are the creation.
You are the dissolution.
You are the gross form.
You are the subtle formless.
You are the unmanifested question.
You are the manifested answer.
You are the Source.
A poem for Sammicox’s weekend prompt challenge.
Word for the weekend: Pristine
Word limit: 88 words.
Care to drop a tiny pearl from the ocean of your mind?