Soft focus is not hocus pocus
It is relaxing the locus of concentration
But staying aware of the state of mentation
It is breathing free
With perfect clarity
It is falling asleep
But waking up to dream
It is forsaking worry
For a flurry of focal points
Getting blurry between the joints
So sink into the fabric of space
Erase the stitches of time
Wrap up in this infinite quilt
Guilt-free equanimity
Silt free liquid purity
Rest in perfect surety
Divest your uncertainty
There is no space ‘twixt you and me
Only particles we cannot see
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
Soft focus is not hocus pocus
It is relaxing the locus of concentration
But staying aware of the state of mentation
It is breathing free
With perfect clarity
It is falling asleep
But waking up to dream
It is forsaking worry
For a flurry of focal points
Getting blurry between the joints
So sink into the fabric of space
Erase the stitches of time
Wrap up in this infinite quilt
Guilt-free equanimity
Silt free liquid purity
Rest in perfect surety
Divest your uncertainty
There is no space ‘twixt you and me
Only particles we cannot see
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